Oriole from Howl by Bre McDaniel

the hunter shot down every second bird,
said, “it’s just a job, there’s no need to be hurt,
or romanticize life from a storybook
it’s just a job,
and i’ve done worse things when the pay is good..”

oriole, she’s got a sea to sky highway to the pyramids
oriole, strung up in sap like a crucifix

so you lick their legs
oh the sweet release
when you got their feet
right between your teeth

all the songbirds are out laws now

every song they sing is a protest,
and the language of starlings is dangerous

oriole, she’s got a sea to sky highway to the pyramids
mountain bluebird went missing along with the finches

so you lick their legs
oh the sweet release
when you got their feet
right between your teeth

oriole,
are you a river of gold?
i saw you up on the wall
sitting right on the shoulder of The Singer
oriole,
are you a river of gold?
you mean something to me
but somewhere someone’s using you to get off

• Folk
• Golden Oriole
• Vancouver
• acoustic
• birds
• folk pop
• indie
• indie folk
• indie rock
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• space
• Vancouver