Bodybag - Michael Malarkey

The battery was truly beautiful

Splinted up and rusted

We rushed in and out like restless waters

As the circles spill out in endless patterns

They spell out a name, we can’t make out

Like a sign from below and the tide as a metronome

Trees, cricked hands in the earth

Diggin' off the down now

Through, through worms

Timeless, white flag

Sigh your name across my bodybag

We used to track animals

Creeping eyes winding, clouded by black gas

Through dead sunflower fields in the midwest skies

And furling and curling, day in and day out

We cool our faces to the wind, let the past fall away

Awake, flush your pickles down the drain

Drive me to the station on the midnight train

Shakedown, I’ve been high

Tuck myself into this bodybag

The interstellar calm of the cobweb

Glistening in the morning doom

Moving so slow, coiling over states like a pestilence

Is this a blueprint?

It builds and it burns through fields of rye and corn

It builds and it burns like the nothing

Blaze is like Purple Haze

The lits are droppin' down now

Just on the paint

Hey (Hey, hey)

Keep my color, keep my name (Hey, hey, help)

Take me to the station (Hey, help, help)

On the midnight train (Hey, help, help, help)

On the midnight train, on the midnight train

Take me to the station on the midnight train