I sing for myself, for my sisters, for my mother, for my aunts, for my grandmothers, great-grandmothers, for my female ancestors who persevered, who survived, who lived.
I am my mother's savage daughter The one who runs barefoot Cursing sharp stones I am my mother's savage daughter I will not cut my hair I will not lower my voice My mother's child is a savage She looks for her omens in the colors of stones In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers In the dancing of fire In the curve of old bones I am my mother's savage daughter The one who runs barefoot Cursing sharp stones I am my mother's savage daughter I will not cut my hair I will not lower my voice My mother's child dances in darkness She sings heathen songs By the light of the moon And watches the stars and renames the planets And dreams she can reach them With a song and a broom I am my mother's savage daughter The one who runs barefoot Cursing sharp stones I am my mother's savage daughter I will not cut my hair I will not lower my voice We are all brought forth out of darkness Into this world, through blood and through pain And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking So sing them with voices of thunder and rain We are our mothers' savage daughters The ones who run barefoot Cursing sharp stones We are our mother's savage daughters We will not cut our hair We will not lower our voice
I am my mother's Savage son The One Who love run barefoot on the grass I'm my mother's Savage son I Will not cut my beard i Will not lower my voice My mother's child Is a Savage The One Who can sleep hearing the wolves He finds himself in heat of the Fire In the dark of the night In the Smell of a flower I am my mother's Savage son The One Who love run barefoot on the grass I'm my mother's Savage son I Will not cut my beard i Will not lower my voice My mother's child Is a Savage He meditates in the silence of the nature He looks the Sky looks the planets He looks the Beast walking round him
I sing for myself, for my sisters, for my mother, for my aunts, for my grandmothers, great-grandmothers, for my female ancestors who persevered, who survived, who lived.
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice
My mother's child is a savage
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers
In the dancing of fire
In the curve of old bones
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice
My mother's child dances in darkness
She sings heathen songs
By the light of the moon
And watches the stars and renames the planets
And dreams she can reach them
With a song and a broom
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice
We are all brought forth out of darkness
Into this world, through blood and through pain
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking
So sing them with voices of thunder and rain
We are our mothers' savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
We are our mother's savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice
Would love to hear a version without vocals. 🙏🏼♥️
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I am my mother's Savage son
The One Who love run barefoot on the grass
I'm my mother's Savage son
I Will not cut my beard i Will not lower my voice
My mother's child Is a Savage
The One Who can sleep hearing the wolves
He finds himself in heat of the Fire
In the dark of the night
In the Smell of a flower
I am my mother's Savage son
The One Who love run barefoot on the grass
I'm my mother's Savage son
I Will not cut my beard i Will not lower my voice
My mother's child Is a Savage
He meditates in the silence of the nature
He looks the Sky looks the planets
He looks the Beast walking round him