Prodigal Son

from Nightingale by Joe Bailey

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Stretch the bones, take an upward direction.
Cross your eyes, see your finer reflection.
Bruise the skin to materialize your soul,
Tear the beast from the formula.
Drain the milk from the angel of daybreak,
A vital schism from the breast of a snowflake,
A genesis that is pure but dispensable,
Paint the night with your black colours.

You carry love like a cross on your shoulders,
The fire's lit but your heart's getting colder,
A fine idea but your mind will just blind your eyes,
And condemn your heart to the soil.
Your Father's hand was a weapon now broken,
Your Mother's arms, they will always be open,
It's not too late to eliminate this disguise,
And remember the thumbs in the oil.

Puncture the bed of the ocean,
And reveal your scales.
Paralyzed locomotion,
Consume your tail.

Tear the tape from the cracks in your visor,
Inject affection like a tranquilizer,
Repair the skin and materialize your soul,
Return the boy to the architect.
The vagabond needs a bond to recover,
Clip the black wool and make a coat for his Mother,
Feed the soul and build a bridge that can't be burned,
And let morality ressurect.

Puncture the bed of the ocean,
And reveal your scales.
Paralyzed locomotion,
Consume your tail.

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from Nightingale, released October 13, 2017
Organ Solo created and performed by Charlotte Bailey

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