Thick cloud - steam rising
hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me - buffalo robe
sage in bundle - run on skin
Outside - cold air
stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint - eagle feathers
coyote calling - it has begun
Something moving in
I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying - slow
letting go of life
Medicine man lead me up though town
Indian ground - so far down
Cut up land - each house - a pool
kids wearing water wings - drink in cool
Follow dry river bed
watch Scout and Guides make pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo's disco
Sit 'n' Bull steakhouse - white men dream
A rattle in the old man's sack
look at mountain top - keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow
white wind blow
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek
think I'm losing it - getting weaker
I hold the line - I hold the line
San Jacinto
yellow eagle flies down from the sun
from the sun
We will walk - on the land
We will breathe - of the air
We will drink - from the stream
We will live - hold the line
Smooth, luminous pop from this Atlanta singer-songwriter, whose guitar playing is heavily influenced by tropicalia. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2018