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Nahko And Medicine For The People

Sing Him Of My Revelations

 

Sing Him Of My Revelations

(الألبوم: My Name Is Bear - 2017)


Hello, rainbow
What an afternoon you've chosen to appear to us
You're looking quite, quite lovely
How are my friends, those clouds?
Sweet, sweet mother, don't you cry again
My sister spoke of children dying
Dying in her womb
Brother, keep your wallet underneath the covers
When the snow comes
Winter gets so cold
So cold my palms can sweat no more

So I reach for my head
I understand nothing
I reach for a constellation
That seems to be growing
Growing stronger in me
Built by a beast
Built by a beast

Blue van, driving north through Canada
So long, oh Louisiana and a fistful of friends
You call, nothing here but emptiness
Though somehow, I feel the most comforted
With no one, with no heat, and no telling
Where we'll wake up next
Oh, the yard springs to life the warmest water
Cleansing, and oh my god, what's the matter with the sky
Oh, look, look, here it comes that Borealis
Mine eyes have not seen anything like it
What a world is this

So I reach for my head
I understand nothing
I reach for a constellation
That seems to be growing
Growing stronger in me
Built by a beast
Built by a beast

Laying in his cell, confined to just
Euphoric, painless memories and mine
A nurse can't seem to tell if he's alright
There's silence from his wife
IV sends him dreaming of his children
Does he really even know them?
There's no pain, but
This cancer can't be good
So I am hanging on his every word
Bleeding you've done the best you could
His face weak from all the medication
I'm determined to sing him of my revelations
Send him on his way

Well, pa, I'm sure you are in line with whatever you've got coming
But I'm sure there were times you felt absolutely nothing
At all in your head
At all in your bed
At all in your head

Oh, well, pa, I'm sure you are in line with whatever you've got coming
But I'm sure there were times you felt absolutely nothing
At all in your head
At all in your bed
At all in your head

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