1. |
Dark Water
02:02
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the water was still
the road was bleak
there were warnings!
there were warnings!
by the shore
heavy fog, carp on the asphalt,
by the hundreds! by the hundreds!
red clouds have come
to open the earth
and I, left you behind.
the nurses remorse,
the drowned crammed in the elevator
You're on the seventh floor,
what were you dreaming of
when I left you behind?
promise me when you wake,
you won’t drown.
houses are swept away, roofs are ablaze! taken by waves.
promise me when you wake,
you won’t drown.
houses are swept away, roofs are ablaze! taken by waves.
The water was still
The road was bleak
What where you dreaming of
When I left you
When I left you behind?
Promise me when you wake
You won’t drown.
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2. |
Further
02:18
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When did we lose you?
When did we lose?
Did we lose you that night?
We climbed the fence, to jump into the deep end
Was it while we rolled and gnawed?
Laid out on the district pavement?
Was it long ago before?
The summer we got sober?
Last time you slept on our dusty couch
I told you to run further.
You foam at the mouth and walk out...
Between the passing cars, I tried...
But could not come closer.
I thought you would die that summer...
I thought you would die.
You walk along the roadside and duck
into the cars of men.
I always told you to run further,
but its time to turn yourself in.
I thought you would die that summer.
If I could pitch the loam
under your dad’s porch...
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3. |
Lakota
02:10
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She cries
by her daughters bed
Its the same scene... same... scene...
With their warrants
and their badges
and their gloved hands
in her carriage.
They call it
assimilation.
Look now
who's the savage.
A tribe of orphans.
The chief is on the white cross.
Rows and rows of cell blocks.
This is the wound that never heals.
Give them back.
( Our sons)
Give them back.
( daughters)
There's so few left!
With their warrants
and their badges
and their gloved hands
in her carriage.
Look now
who's the savage.
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4. |
Doxato
02:16
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Bodies piled high
In the well
Rags wrap feet
Frost bit hard
They ate our harvest
Burned our town
We watched
As our stomachs churned
Shoving sheets into the tank treads
We kept fighting from the hills
We sliced their throats
Time sleeps when guns wake
The story my Grandfather would tell
Bodies piled high
In the well
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5. |
Zaraida
01:42
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He took you
in his shed.
Stole your shoes
And beat you.
Walking alone
Frozen tears
Footprints in the snow
It wasn't the first time
It wasn't the last
Counting the moths
Stuck to the window sill
Hoping it would end
You're in my arms crying
Wishing for death
You can't forget the laughter as you cried.
No. Stop. Please.
How could they not see?
The bruises on your face.
Eyes red from grief.
How could they look the other way?
How could they? He took your will away.
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6. |
Family Trees
01:58
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Roots
Run
Deep
Glass rose stems
Shell casings
Bare no seeds
Worth
Planting
flying off our motorcycles
shotguns set our children free
the hollow fruit
red cartridge
tungsten
needles filled with black ink
Glass rose stems
Shell casings
Bare no seeds
Worth
Planting
some family trees just burn and burn
The tree is burning, splintering, fuming.
The limbs are breaking, wishing this wasn't their tree?
Glass rose stems
Shell casings
Bare no seeds
No
seeds
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