Pour soul in slow and dissolve
Subject to sudden resolve
Select a method and keep on breathing.
Crawl back while fetal
Appalled until appealing
This all feels like a severed head bent on dreaming.
Nobody seems to decide
It's suddenly a surprise
To be found out where you hide so easy.
Dry heaves in heaven
A non-toxic, malevolent bond
Bread crumbs and appease all species.
So dig, dig, dig, but not too deep
We've got a leper on the line
& an appointment to keep.
And don't feel so high-strung
Because the choirs in the fire
You can go it alone.
Goose step through revery
Forceps for the memory
Pacified in effigy
No harm needed.
No more, no less of the only good thing left
When it's gone, we'll have no need to feel
So defeated.
When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
When life hands you weapons, make them all pay.
When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
When life hands you weapons, make them all pay.
Exquisite engine above
Bank of unrequited love
I need a passion that I can cage in hell or high-water
An anchor for the slaughter
Oblation for the alter
To assuage.
How often mutation pulls
Without a presence or pulse
At the appendages of my being,
Through sodden wreckage
And suicidal messages
Broadcast to infest even the best of feelings.
When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
When life hands you weapons, make them all pay.
Chamber pop with lyrics that are alternately wry and confessional, Oropendola creates whole worlds built on purposeful keyboard melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2023