MANGROVE BONEYARD [INTRO — RADIO STATIC, HARD RAIN, LOW INSECTS] [STATION MASTER — SPOKEN, LOW, CALM — NOT SUNG] Voodoo Radio, 89.9. If the mangroves part beneath hanging wrecks— Turn before the tide falls. [DEEP DUB IMPACT] ⸻ [VERSE 1 — LOW MALE LEAD] Sail past warning when black trees rise Root-crowns swallow the lightning skies Stormwater parts through a wall of green Black roots seal till no wake can be seen Compass needles circle in place Hanging sailors lift each face Lanterns wake in the hulls overhead Familiar voices speak through the dead Follow one call and the tide runs dry Keel strikes earth with no shore nearby The last clear channel turns to clay Every route home is stripped away [DUB DROP — BASS FALLS INTO A LONG ECHO] ⸻ [CHORUS — DEEP CREW HARMONY] Black masts rise where no mast should stand Turn that wheel before keel meets land Roots mark names and the flesh stays scarred No death comes in the Mangrove Boneyard Low tide bares what the mud keeps fed Green wood pulses through buried dead Cut one branch and the whole grove cries Leave while wrecks remain in the skies ⸻ [VERSE 2 — LOW MALE LEAD] Low water peels the channel bare Roots test oak for the warm blood there Black tips enter the lowest seam Climb toward breath without being seen Steel cuts bark, but the wound runs red One root bleeds through a thousand dead Trapped mouths open and share that pain The whole grove learns every voice and name Soon from the treetops your own voice cries Calling the next ship beneath dead eyes Cover your ears—the roots speak through bone Using your tongue in a dead man’s tone ⸻ [VERSE 3 — HARD, DELIBERATE DELIVERY] Stay till high tide and the roots board slow Through nail beds first, then the bone below Living wood copies the human frame Keeps every memory, nerve and name Ribs turn green as the rootwork spreads Spines lock straight beneath hanging heads Flesh falls loose, but the mind stays clear Each buried nerve remains awake in fear Incoming tide draws the branches tight Lifts trapped vessels through trees at night By dawn, new sails cross the upper air Still-living crews stand rooted there ⸻ [BRIDGE — HALF-TIME, MASSIVE SUB-BASS] A familiar voice may call from above Speaking softly of home and love That is no sailor begging release The forest learned him piece by piece One reply lets it learn your name A second voice lets it mark your frame Speak once more and the channel will close Your face blooms where the black wood grows ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS — FULL CREW, DARK WARNING CHANT] When dead eyes open above the mast Hard over now—turn wide and fast Stay past dusk and your name gets carved Deep in the roots of the Mangrove Boneyard Tide returns but it won’t set free Any hull caught beneath those trees Storms move west and the rain dies down Still stolen voices call underground ⸻ [OUTRO — RAIN STOPS, HIGH WOOD CREAKS] [STATION MASTER — SPOKEN, LOW, CALM — NOT SUNG] Those sailors aren’t calling for rescue. They’re calling for you. [TRANSMISSION CUTS]
