1. |
Do You Make Me Feel
06:36
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Do you make me feel? Do you make me feel alright?
And will you stay?
Please make it right.
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2. |
Come Back, Come Here
05:25
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3. |
Reservations
04:08
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We can move away from the reservations,
forget about seven generations
etched into the Midwest clay &
at the bottom of redneck lakes.
We can hide in the Lawrence underground,
stay awake until we’re the only sounds,
ride into the dark side of the Kansas hills
high on art & never have to feel.
But I know better than that…
We can run away like in The Graduate,
have a tiny house, have a tiny kid,
leave each other for another door-
leave each other for nothing more.
We can disappear to some islands where
I’d have dreadlocks & seashells in my hair.
We’d hate ourselves but each other more,
counting down the days til there’s other shores.
But I know better than that…
We can move away from the reservations,
forget about seven generations
etched into the Midwest clay &
at the bottom of redneck lakes.
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4. |
Big Bang
05:09
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You must first learn that you are stardust,
how your springform hair is an iteration of the Big Bang.
Surely you have noticed, we are energy so magnificent
mankind has always been hesitant to handle us.
As if when touching our arms, they know that we might be too hot.
They know they're minor characters in a melanin plot.
You see, our hair breaks free not because of gravity but
in defiance. Our hair wrestles pins & hair bands.
It dies to tell us the true story of humanity,
a lesson cruelly hidden from our view.
It waves its curly arms at us in the mirror
hoping one day we'll lean in, & listen to the love
that's bursting daily from our roots.
That one day we'll lean in & listen (repeats)
With eyes like rivers, arms like grapevines,
beholding our Black face to say,
"I'm so happy that I'm you."
Listen, Beloved, listen.
One day you'll lean in just to listen.
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5. |
Strange Fruit
05:18
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
with blood on the leaves & blood at the root.
Black bodies swingin in the southern breeze.
Strange fruit hangin from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
with the bulging eyes & the twisted mouth.
Scent of magnolia, sweet & fresh,
then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
for the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
for the sun to rot, for the tree to drop.
This is a strange and bitter crop.
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6. |
Alarm Clocks
05:10
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They’ve all been woken from their sleep
with no alarm clocks on repeat.
There’s another hashtag on my feed,
somebody son shot in the street.
And I know, I know, I know who’s next-
a little piece of all of us, just one breath.
And I came here, to bear a message:
Black lives are so precious,
So good they can’t stand it.
And I know it’s hard to believe,
when the world leaves you & me
so breathless. So-
They’ve all been woken from their sleep
with no alarm clocks on repeat.
There’s another hashtag on my feed,
somebody son shot in the street.
And I know, I know, I know who’s next-
a little piece of all of us, just one breath.
And I came here, to bear a message:
Red lives are so precious,
So good they can’t stand it.
And I know it’s hard to believe,
when the world leaves you & me
so breathless. So-
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7. |
Groove
04:05
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8. |
Indigenous Dreams
06:01
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9. |
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Dear someone I don't know,
Will I speak before I go,
will the words slip from my tongue?
Dear honey, please don't go.
It's just the alcohol, you know,
and by tomorrow I will change.
What can I do to make you stay?
It's been days upon weeks,
and we can't fix our mistakes.
I don't want to lose you,
I don't want to be without,
I don't want to go but
beneath the waves we'll drown.
Dear baby, don't you fall.
Will I be too numb to recall
all the things I done to you?
Dear Pops, you see it right?
Will it be so fast that no one bleeds,
and can't you say the words I need
when I'm in tears every night?
It's been days upon weeks,
and we can't fix our mistakes.
I don't want to lose you,
I don't want to be without,
I don't want to go but
beneath the waves we'll drown.
And elders heal us
mothers heal us
let nature heal us
each other heal...
It's been days upon weeks,
and we can't fix our mistakes.
I don't want to lose you,
I don't want to be without,
I don't want to go but
beneath the waves we'll drown.
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10. |
Red & Black
06:20
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you can't tell me
brown eyes aren't
beautiful
they are
a color waxing
fiery amber in the sun
flash shadow reflect
an opalescent
black until UV rays
kiss our faces and
leak through eyelashes
like magma beyond
cracks of volcanic
ash iris glints
a faceted stone
under the jeweler's
bench a vision
you never asked what
the world looked like
through red & black
At live shows, additional lyrics:
You can't tell me
trans boys aren't
heavenly they are
his shoulders rising
inches closer to the sun
magnetic
You can't tell me
big girls aren't
everything they are
her body moving to
the rhythm of the ether
effervescent as a
georgia peach, you
can't pick one you gotta love
each & every one
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Bad Alaskan Lawrence, Kansas
Artivist (Artist + Activist)
Alaska Native
Black
Portuguese
Music is medicine
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