Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man
to the fields of green
And the homeland
we've never seen.
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks...
I have rarely if ever seen such RAW unfiltered intensity of emotion. A woman becoming unglued by a betrayal she simply can not comprehend. This isn't a fun song, this is a mental break down, Someone trying to shed themselves of unbearable pain.
When I stole a twig from our little nest
And...
This woman met a very hard life head on and left it lying in the dust.
This song might easily serve as a marker, a place of change
for all of us.
It seems to me that each of at some point must look upon who we are. The sudden realization that are not who we thought we were sends most...
Sometimes the simplest truths evade us.
like small fish darting about in a pond
How could I have not noticed them before you made mention of them and gave life to the entire pond?
I saw a taped performance where he wore a two foot high stetson hat. As he finished his last song he bowed and took off his hat, his hair was a solid two feet high cylinder! LOL
There's just something about a perfect ass and perfect boobs and perfect face dress to bring attention to all that, telling me I don't get to pick and choose Even as everything about her screams PICK ME!
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