THE BIRD BRAINS ORIGIN STORY

An insatiable appetite for rock n' roll greets four lads from the east dwelling in the shadows of their own minds. They can't resist the gods. The hunger resorts to a search for more power.  Lead guitar and thunderous drums had a familiarity that needed a righting. Surging with the power of rock, they form the old bond like it was never forgotten. 

A newly fostered connection between lead man and a mate yielding the almighty axe, brought forth new worlds to explore. Golden pipes of a thousand suns coming from Apollo himself, blessed this creature with the cross pollination and ferocity of Bruce Springsteen, with a deep soul of Mary J. Blige. The edge begins.

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The supreme growth fuels their ego's, but lacks the warmth that connects their shrill alignment. A passion like no other surfaces at none other than the righteous Boston College Eagles game. A fellow avian. Rambling at miles to the minute, skies being pushed aside, time and space colliding; a warmth that is undefinable. An angel of the boisterous bass guitar glides down from above. The flock is complete. Bring forth your weaponry and let thy name be nameless. They take anonymity in the night:

Trial and error will always be better

And never will miles be closer

But weathered

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As the nights dawn and the long hours groan, they claw and scratch to find a booklet of the most high musical arrangements. Till the fingers bleed, and the sweat pours they play. The ears crack and the throat burns, they push on.

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Four eggs

Beauty escapes them

A primal flock

Knowing nothing but walls

A sky synonymous with their existence

Breaking free to be imprisoned

Not now not ever

This bird you cannot change

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Thus, the boys finally decide on a name that truly defines them, "The Bird Brains". Born in an asbestos ridden basement, their vibe is so underground you probably haven't heard them yet. But you will. Oh you will. Roll Brains.

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