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Corvidae UK

by Joel Martin from Toledo

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Not connected at this point to any album I'm working on. Just wanted to get it out here in the ether. In the future, when a real producer (David Fuller) works on it, I will put it out on more platforms.

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Woke up screaming murder from a nightmare, it’s a recurring one
where I’m an artificial turtle living life in an ill-crafted cardboard terrarium
Looking up at the moon, I can hear Claire de Lune on a stereo
when I realize my own human hand’s the puppeteer animating me and pushing me in the sand where I’m buried low

I’ve left this place a hundred times before
But I just end up where I was
you can’t blame a restless mind if it explores
the canyons of its deepest cuts

sat up at last in the meadow grass, atop a sunlit cliff, overlooking the sea
the wind blowing round, the gulls gliding down over the tops of the redwood trees
hidden in briars we built a fire with friction and speed
and the rabid white brine gnashed its teeth, at you and at me but we held our ground like Terrible Tilly

drift debris covers the island now
but time didn’t tear the lighthouse down
it’s been standing for a long while now,
but that don’t mean the light ain’t out
the sea’s a carillon of broken bells
I hear it clang and crash and shout
some forlorn playing of Ashokan farewell
it knows the light is out

Woke up in a murder in the night air, free from those horrid dreams
where I’d been a man, sleeping in terror of his nightmares; sorrowful, beautiful memories
my friends gathered round on the branches, said “where the hell you been?”
I cawed in reply, “something haunted abounds, in this little town, can we never fly this way again?”

And they all agreed..
and said, “yes that’d be okay”
let’s just hurry up and leave
before you act on the shit rolling round your brain
You and I, we’re corvidae…
don’t go thinking otherwise.”

Come on now it’s time to leave
Don’t you even think of going back to sleep

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released December 11, 2020

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