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Anneli Drecker lyrics - Tundra

Song Of The Sky Loom

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( Lyrics from a Native American poem from Tewa ) O our Mother the Earth, o our Father the Sky, Your children are we, and with tired backs We bring you the gifts you love. Then wave for us a garment of brightness; May the warp be the white light of morning May the weft be the red light of evening May the fringes be the falling rain May the border be the standing rainbow Thus weave for us a garment of brightness That we may walk fittingly where birds sing That we may walk fittingly where grass is green O, our mother the earth O, our father the sky

Lakota

JONI MITCHELL "Chalk Mark In A Rainstorm"
words by Joni Mitchell music by Larry Klein and Joni Mitchell I am Lakota! Lakota! Looking at money man-- Diggin' the deadly quotas-- Out of balance-- Out of hand We want the land! Lay down the reeking ore! Don't you hear the shrieking in the trees? Everywhere you touch the earth--she's sore Every time you skin her all things weep Your money mocks us-- Restitution--what good can it do?-- Kennelled in metered boxes Red dogs in debt to you I am Lakota! Lakota! Fighting among ourselves All we can say with one whole heart Is we won't sell-- No we'll never sell We want the land! The lonely coyote calls In the woodlands--footprints of the deer In the barrooms--poor drunk bastard falls In the courtrooms--deaf ears--sixty years You think we're sleeping--but Quietly like rattlesnakes and stars We have seen the trampled rainbows In the smoke of cars I am Lakota Brave Sun pity me I am Lakota Broken Moon pity me I am Lakota Grave Shadows stretching Lakota Oh pity me I am Lakota Weak Grass pity me I am Lakota Faithful Rocks pity me I am Lakota Meek Standing water Lakota Oh pity me I am Lakota! Lakota! Standing on sacred land We never sold these Black Hills To the missile-heads-- To the power plants We want the land! The bullet and the fence--broke Lakota The black coats and the booze--broke Lakota Courts that circumvent--choke Lakota Nothing left to lose Tell me grandfather You spoke the fur and feather tongues-- Do you hear the whimpering waters When the tractors come? Repeat Chorus Sun pity me Mother earth Mother Moon pity me Father sky Father Shadows Stretching on the forest floor Mother earth Oh pity me Father sky Father Grass pity me Mother earth Mother Rocks pity me Father sky Father Water Standing in a wakan manner Mother earth Oh pity me

Her Hands Were Leaves

ALEXI MURDOCH "Towards The Sun"
I see my brother, he is walking in the sun His back is bare, he carries no burden for anyone I see the island, a silver line Brother, how you shine And all around the light And all around the light Now I see my father, he's so small against the sky The child, the tree, the shadow is on his eye He doesn't know who he's supposed to be Father, you are free And all around the light And all around the light Now I hear my mother, she is crying on the stair Her hands are leaves, the light is in her hair And as she prays, she thinks that no one heard Mother, you are a bird Mother, you are a bird And all around the light And all around the light And all around the light Now all around the light

Fryerstarter

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Let me put you up on Bob's donuts Controller of the warm deep fryer that charms cobras Mostly it was aggravated ulcers over goat's legs Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk or wolfs bane? Hm, late after your cinderella pulsate and crash I was rotating casts Picture if you will a witching hour on week night in the trenches Where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent heaven With sprinkles I know right yum Whether tummy ache or fever Keep the funnel cake I'm honey glaze in vitro In the company of similar believers Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and foam at the facial features Now the yeast, a phoenix in the partially hydrogenated Equal parts flower, faith, healing Might replace your previously nominated jesus But only if you privy to the following secret of all secrets Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat Show up around 1 never get your god back If you're just tuning in, walk into the light I boil oil too, not for scarfing For CCs of japanese innovation that screech into free parking Purple heart and 2nd chin that beseech him to squeeze the carbs into the motherboard You can chew the eucharist in cruller form Locally a seedy danish underworld is bustling where jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet string Pluck, nose for canola 5 cow stomachs like a mime with a rope going nowhere Fast, right hand of god on my shoulder, crows feet swollen, dopey Combing apple fritters over with folk of opposing cultures Baby sitter cop thief reverend, body glitter, botched c-section, bronze teeth Each progressively more sequestered Yet if threatened will defend the rasin bread as codefendants Some lose religion or view it as superstition You can tell a friend if you are down to kill them Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat Show up around 1 never get your god back If you're just tuning in, walk into the light The fat boys are back, foam fingers over open arms To feverishly reclaim their stomachs from golden jars And stagger through the pulse of the gulch on a builder's dividends Hiding high behind his guilty powdered-sugar fingerprints Seething eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a little dicey I'm snake-eye straight to the cakes icing Might, fortune-teller up your favorite paper tiger stripe Great, grace invaders, the first-name basis patron haters Who compromise the pilot lights and flavors Silent night, holy night, invite the pious out the pagan Midnight kitchen doors un-caging the enablers like butchers in bloody aprons Can I get a fucking amen? AMEN, hazelnut raiders of the lost, navigate consecutive pastries like stations of the cross No name no dayjob Know the folk where it virgin mary toast by the loaf Thanks bob Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat Show up around 1 never get your god back If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

Light Comes Out Of Black

Halford (Rob Halford) "Live Insurrection"
[Halford] Innocence is calling Raptures in the past Craving for salvation of the mind Serenity is calling Seeking only truth Vision block forever left behind Light comes out of black Stand and face the fear Give him eye too eye Walk the walk right here Images unraveling Saw through the disguise Crystal clear and shining through and through Liberation traveling Bringing down the wall Universe waking coming too Light comes out of black Stand and face the fear Give him eye too eye Walk the walk right here Let the fight begin Watch the power soar Work the magic now Free forever more Now feel the light Lifting up and rising all alive Now feel the light Keep the faith inside and i'll survive... Innocence is calling Raptures in the past Craving for salvation of the mind Serenity is calling Seeking only truth Visual blocked forever Left behind Light comes out of black Stand and face the fear Give him eye too eye Walk the walk right here Let the fight begin Watch the power soar Work the magic now Free forever more Light comes out of black

Driving Away

Rickie Lee Jones "The Evening Of My Best Day"
The man in the starry tie Led me talking backwards Across the waving chips I spoke fantastic, like a prophet Like a piece of blood Where no doors are And weary now i set upon the good year And the wrench Wrenching out of me every Ready of light That i might get it right And walk away Into the metro sunset The golden metro may And now across the plains Take your child The highway sign, banana trees, Windows parted and hoping See the flat faced delicatessen Sweeping up the afternoon Pick up little pieces of meetings And on your way Here is the donut shop Here is the early morning light Where i would drool in chlorine Yes here is the early early mornings i spent training And here is the highway Chasing 'j's' out on his empty skin Looking for license plates And liquor stores Over there is new mexico And down there is corpus You can find my mother and me wrapped up in a warm Scotch on the rocks The numbing ice of each others eyes Looking just like now For relief There is no direction but past Every thing else is passive But if you would seek me Seek me there In a field Or a gas station In my american mothers arms Before she is too medicated To remember How to say my name Say it gently, just once more For me mother With the sounds of trucks and distant trains With the gold sticks And the burnt skin of prayer Bathe me once again In hot oil Silence and long, long days Car keys and dash board lights Bears in the garbage That sweet honeycomb Of memory Don't weave the web too tight Don't catch me tonight Speak to me in cool lines The steering wheels turning Where ever we go Dinner approaches The fire light Of high beam and lipstick Laughing the red midwest Her curled curtains Wild and a strand of me stuck in her mouth Wet always an outsider To the cities i create The entire east comes upon me and i Reeling in stars Grip the wheel A good girl, really Just don't know how to stop This thing

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