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letra de in the land of disturbance (the indian home) - caroliner

an elder of mine. who swore he had demons worked into his crotch
took on the gallant brags. he made to cuss out the indians brawl to brawl
in an area where the violent tempest whirlwinds to blow around
it was said – the indians sucked the wind from there to blow opposers down
to have a brute – as he with 2 arms and a quick punishing swing
to take in that – whirling air and use it for his own would be a sight to see
to the indian home ground – he went and returned with lumps and cuts
all the color was gone – from his body and couldn’t walk much
first storm brought a leather hoop – with wood slot, wooden t–th yelling wind
hе yelled back straight ahead – and ignoring him a cloud reelеd down into the din
the cloud was leather with moving pegs – on its top and bottom ringed by eyes of clay
the howl of the storm – fought his ears so there was nothing he heard it say
two hardened mud horses – with patterns on their hides
picked up by feet – the cloud poured their guts out of their mouths
there was a pile – as tall as a tree and standing next to him
and the smell made his shaken legs – completely limp
out of those entrails came the indian birth bones
who told my elder to leave the indian home
they chattered their yellow t–th foaming clay winds from the mud
and flying using entrails as whips slapped around and amoung
and to him the sung – “go home you, you’ve bewailed us to answer
with every moment – you stay another storm will linger
with that they left – and dropped the entrails on down
where they swallowed – each other and wind tore themselves up
and that very wind – condoled into a stauch log mill with fingers
pushing it in a circular fashion while a demon approached
rolling with stone – pin people pluckt from a liar in the chest
to wrap them around – the log mill foot to mouth foot to mouth
then one arm pointed – at their faces and 3 pointing back south
the flat faces pointed – at were similar to elders mine
and south was the direction – left behind
limping and stumbling – with fear before nourishment
he came home – with a following up to the brags with condemnent
i say he’d see it – better with an eye full of mud
and buried deep in – the mud he’d have to stick his head

- caroliner

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