My chest is full of branches. They are woven together in a basket of black mud and asteroid. It’s a nest that still glows with strands of cosmos tangled in. This bird that builds it has feathers the size of car hoods. He’s half owl, half comet tail. He was raised by a pack of subterranean desert coyotes. His mouth is claw machine and firemen shoulder. He fills this heart with all that it needs. Velcro shoes and middle school retainers, mixtape envelopes, and storage shed sweaters. A junkyard water wheel keeps it all humming. He drug it in his beak til his back bent to cane hook. He still flies a little crooked from it. There is an entire church inside . The stones were dropped piece by piece, the altar was first. I was so quiet then. I was being remodeled into a choir of pipe organs. I was a floor plan for a grace I hadn’t welcomed yet. This church has a bell that rings everyday at 3 in the morning. Three times it rings, “it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.” It sounds like my grandmother’s voice. The voice I can never remember hard as I try. There is a river in this cadio-nest of knots the bird can’t dam, hard as he tries. When this bell rings it throws fists. It’s the uncoiled garden hose, the petals in hail storm, the soil thrown from the pots. The bird cries out, the song of every book in the library closing. He pulls entire shipyards into the river’s mouth, fills its belly with elephants and steam engines. He builds a track for a bullet train that whistles my mother’s favorite lullabies. He finds every penny I’ve ever thrown in a fountain, and covers the rails. They’re flattened into the shape of all the love letters I wished I’d gotten. This bird, grows so tired. This bird doesn’t rest. This bird still pains for the fall of Atlantis. This bird keeps that dirty chewed music box of ivy and arrowhead wound so tight in my chest.
This is a good track for a band to play. I think it has great potential, and lots of room for more live instruments. Some of the keyboard chords should vary a bit more, and there could be some cool solos on here, maybe a horn (or a trumpet or sax). I almost want to hear this song as a jam band type of groove, but if we can think of some good lyrics and a melody then thats cool as well. The overall feel of this is very funky and Groovy. We can expect that from Malicore though. NICE!