

Prompt / Lyrics
The orchard keeper drowned his keys In the well behind the throne Now the iron gate swings open To a country made of bone I was the tenant of a season I was the lease that wouldn’t sign The landlord spoke in frequencies Too low to call divine There’s a cartography of kneeling Where the compass needle sleeps The map is made of water And the water only weeps I tried to architect the falling I tried to blueprint the descent But the ground kept unreceiving Every anchor that I sent So I gave the river my appointments I gave the salt my need to know I let the cathedral build itself From the bones of letting go And the freefall has a grammar And the grammar has no floor And the only word it teaches Is the opening of the door The beekeeper released his swarm Into the house of his own chest Now the honey fills the chambers Where the arguments had nested I was the warden of a weather I was the fence around the rain The prisoners were only clouds And the crime was my domain Unhand the throttle Unhorse the king Unwire the jaw That would not sing The throat remembers What the mind forbids The song was always underneath Beneath the lids There’s a physics to the yielding Where the mass becomes the wave The solid learns its liquid name And pours into the cave I didn’t drop—I was released By hands I didn’t know were mine The falling was the holding And the holding was the sign Now the orchard has no keeper And the well has no more keys The throne is just a chair again And the bones have become trees I am the tenant and the land I am the lease that finally signed Surrender was the only door That wasn’t in my mind Salt cathedral Rising from the kneel The architecture of release Is the only thing that’s real Fall Fall The ground will not arrive Fall Fall That’s how you stay alive The river takes your appointments The honey fills the chest Surrender is the kingdom And the kingdom is the rest
Tags
70’s, rock, psychedelic, chaotic,surreal,male voice
4:22
No
1/17/2026