Hard silicone flying out of town,
Hits the wild barred owl,
It's Fall,
And it's falling like a leaf,
Who do those black crows think they are,
To be cawing at this tragedy?
Do they laugh or do they cry?
With so much black magick,
It's hard not to go blind.
I follow up the Platte Clove hill,
The mountains are so black and still,
It's Fall,
And it's falling like a leaf,
Into the cold Plattekill creek,
You can almost feel it in the air,
Death is everywhere.
Do I laugh or do I cry?
When so much black magick,
Can force you to go blind.
Falling like the leaves that white barred owl,
Hits the cold black street while the Fall winds howl,
Only to be picked up then dismantled.
By the Cherokee Two-Spirit man,
Who brings its wings to me,
Then he/they up and flew away.
I promise to save your white barred wings,
I'll resurrect them some place to sing,
Behind my ears,
So that I may always hear them.
Walk the Platte Clove,
With your eyes closed,
Don't you fear the night,
The black magick,
Can consume you,
Even in the light!
credits
from Songs From The Land (2021),
released September 17, 2021
Words, music & vocals: Luis Mojica
Harp: Elizabeth Clark
Cello: Mark Ettinger
Flutes: Anders Bostrom
Guitar & Percussion: Evan Glenn Adams
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Evan Glenn Adams
Special thanks to London for the gift of the barred owl feathers and seeing the indigenous, two-spirit in me. I braided them in my hair and out came this song.
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016