lyrics — Mato Wayuhi

(M. STANDING SOLDIER)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios, Santa Monica, CA

Aho, my voice ain’t very good but I’ll try my best.

I buried my letters to you

With all the bodies we said bye to

We lost so much it hurts to touch

How much I still love the future in us

It was never just a crush

& I will never make you rush

Cause I still live in

the first time I made you blush

It was the last time

I wasn’t enough

I’ll dig up those old letters if it’s so

I’ve fallen for how you’ve grow

(M. STANDING SOLDIER)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios, Santa Monica, CA

The city gets itty-bitty when taking flight

Polka-dot lights flicker top plots nice

Reminds me of my Midwest dreams

Writing cursive in my jet streams

The work has never been 50-50 it’s been all moi

From the jump been ducking these fuckers foie gras

& that’s big ol’ facts

Spittle’s really got me tip-toeing maps

I’ve been on my shit since a kiddo

Ride around inside my mind

Riddled with fiddles strapped

Been a mighty fine journey gotta reaffirm that

Smile lines earned & burned into my face when relaxed

Spending guap on a cheap thrill so I don’t relapse

Palm trees still gimme chills posted in the gash

In the cut like a tourniquet

Strut my lover just us

Overthink it all, trying not to but it’s fucking tough

What can I say? Faces I save

Love being brave, hate how it stains

Rest of my ego I’ve drained

Since uncovering things

About me bludgeoning pain

In rushing to touch some fame

But feeling fuzzy today

As the city wanes under my wings

Feeling fuzzy today as the city

Wanes under my wings

Time to show what you’ve learned

During times that you were

All alone in your head

Bang the walls & tear your threads

You will always have a friend in me (2x)

I spent a thousand on some wings

Just to float around & think

Foreign to the first class

It’s on me, it’s on me (2x)

This ain’t a buzz

The same is none

Bed that I made is so famous & plush

Ain’t no “us”

Range was tough

Fuck around made it my way with some fuss

Lames always gonna say

What they always gonna say

Doesn’t pay to talk

Always talks to pay

I locked my whole fate

Ten-toes-down so deep

From nosebleeds to front stage

From no sleep to tally sheep

On valleys, E-Street matters, see

Born in the USA but feel foreign like I invade

All of my family feather & tarred

For wearing the feathers & mending the scars

You know I’m better than all of them are

It’s all indebted to who was before

Keep eyes on my folks

Keep I’s out my team

Dick deep in my bloke

Take it slow you might choke

Chunk of change in my sofe

Graduated to paychecks

I do more & I say less

They mood sore cause I made it

I spent a thousand on some wings

Just to float around & think

Foreign to the first class

It’s on me, it’s on me (2x)

Hey lover don’t leave me under covers

Don’t bcc another I’m needy for you all day long (3x)

Needy for you

Cause what I’ve been through

(M. STANDING SOLDIER)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

Recorded at Honey Lavender Studios, Woodland Hills CA & Kimimila Records, Sioux Falls, SD

Put the chief in mischief

Mama with the tisk tisk

lobbing fifths to my lips

dub-trips no assists

Pops went and gone amiss

Left his whip, big blizzards to go drifting in

No middlemen for meddling

Gas pedal never lifted past sediment

Cashed of all sentiment

Bone-broth wrath wanted to soup my shit up

To get back at my maker for being so dismissive

For taking mom for granted

I’m a goddamn Standing Soldier

And I couldn’t stand it

That ain’t me

Ain’t me if the bass don’t bleed

Out the ice cream paint job came with the cream

Ain’t me if the bass don’t bleed

Out the ice cream paint job came with the cream

Ain’t me if the bass don’t bleed

Out the ice cream paint job came with the

Ain’t me in the bass don’t bleed

Out the ice cream paint job came with the cream

Got a dime in the shotgun wait

If I had a nickel every time I bagged

Then I’d be so rich that my dickies sagged

I don’t mean to brag

I’m a nice guy with the finish line

Dragged round my ass

I pounce the grass boy been in the field

Smoke an ounce ‘till the bandaids peel

Father taught me poker so no joking

Bitch I plot for pots to poke in baccarat

Fragrance me no baccarat

Smell of success or rough sex

She felt bad that she left my back looking unkempt

Scratches so deep you would think wolverine won the lottery

And her ex man tryna get on top of me too

Ain’t no telling what a fella might do

But it ain’t me if the bass don’t bleed

Out the ice cream paint job came with the cream

Got a dime in the shotgun wait

But it ain’t me if the bass don’t bleed

Out the ice cream paint job came with the cream

Got a dime in the shotgun wait

But it ain’t me if the bass don’t bleed

Out the ice cream paint job came with the cream

Got a dime in the shotgun wait

Hold up, wait, no debate

I’m the greatest of ‘em all

Hold up, wait, no debate

I’m the greatest of ‘em all

Hold up, wait, no debate

I’m the greatest of ‘em all

Hold up, wait, no debate

I’m the greatest of ‘em

Wait

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, D. NUNEZ-BRENES)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUH

GUITAR & ADDITIONAL DRUM PROGRAMMING BY THE TEWA

Recorded at Otra Vez Studios in Albuquerque, NM & Kimimila Records in Sioux Falls, SD

I really really wanna run away

From my lows

Please save me from my lows, lows

I really really wanna run away

From my lows

Please save me from my lows, lows

& so it goes

It goes

It goes (4x)

I make music for the silver screen

& for kiddies with the silver teeth

They’re looking like a mini-me

Jugging out the gutter piece lugging in their jeans

Sucks when you gotta fiend in your fam

Will she ever be your friend again?

Sending money with the hope

That it ain’t going up in smoke

Aluminum is foiling your plans

Supposed to be a man & handle it

Slap around & hound them arrogant

Laugh & cry about them when they parish

Become a parent teach your kids about them

As a lesson learned

Burn a bridge with them if they ain’t worth

The love that they deserve

Weakest links got the strongest curse

I really really wanna run away

From my lows

From my lows (2x)

(It goes something like this like)

Went out sit out

Fiddle with the waves

Get out vet out all of the old ways

On the coast of Oahu

All the problems fossil

Probably cause I’ve gone away

I’ve gone

Gone & let my baby know (2x)

Sending my crush my demos

Leak it to the public if you love it

I won’t judge it, you’re the reason you’re the subject

Finna squeeze out all my rubbish

& give you splits of my publishing

Other half is going to my fam

Asking me for money instead how I am doing

& sends me to a place so brutish

But ain’t refusing them

Ask me about how I’m grieving

Ask me about all the reasons

Been in the cut like a lesion

Ran outta fucks so I’m leaving town with outta trace

Running outta places that don’t test my faith

Jingle dress singing the direction of a fate

My easel bleeding better

When the eagle feather fans the wet paint

(M. STANDING SOLDIER)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

ADDITIONAL BACKGROUND VOCALS BY MUSYCA CHILDREN’S CHOIR

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA & Clear Lake Recording Studios in Los Angeles, CA

To be faded on the FaceTime

Wishing that it your waistline

Fireworks through the palm trees

Keep me up until the dawn leaves

Got bags under my eyes

That I’ll check for the flight

Frank got me out of Santa Fe

Shooting movies while the sand sprayed

Razor blades thru the dune

Trace our names in the sky with

LED lights

Aliens sigh wondering why

We let em get by with taking our shit

Give it some time they coming for yours

You can’t miss the bliss if you’ve never known it

We been down

so I’m tryna find my way up

way up way up way up

way up way up way up way up

We been down

so I’m tryna find my way up

way up way up way up

way up way up way up way up

Who’s that brand new man in New Mexico

Tried a strand of the shrooms I had to let me go

Who’s that brand new man in New Mexico

Tried a strand of the shrooms I had to let me go

Breaking my fast your ass is for brunch

Skin is so smooth but time got a crunch

I’m outta the fucks I’m outta the trench

And I gotta hunch you’re off of the fence

Butterflies piling all up in my guts

Till’ I was inside your guts (what?)

No fighting lines don’t punch

You think you’re listening but you’re not really listening

We been down

so I’m tryna find my way up

way up way up way up

way up way up way up way up

We been down

so I’m tryna find my way up

way up way up way up

way up way up way up way up

Watch for the deer they be crossing the road

At night it’s hard to see

who I’m tryna be

& Tryna know tryna grieve

Tryna mow keep the seeds

tryna grow tryna reach

Watch for the deer they be crossing the road

At night it’s hard to see

Your old soul

(M. STANDING SOLDIER)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUH

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA

Your neighbors know my name

Know my name

Your neighbors know my plates

South Dakota raised

Do I rub you the right way or the wrong?

Did I send the right songs for winter?

Will you like me when I’m high?

I just get lonesome at dinner

I was really working three-ass jobs

Pulling minimum wage

While getting my degree to honor

Those who had paved

Your boy tried to behave

Lord how did I make it

Outta Southern California with a

Piece of me saved?

We was really in the cut

Bleeding money to stay

Up in Pasadena praying that the puddles

Would all huddle to make us some waves

Without taking the bait

Tribulations & trial-stricken

This was way before

Your neighbors know my name

Know my name

Your neighbors know my plates

South Dakota raised

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, A. MILLER)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

ADDITIONAL GUITAR BY ADAM MILLER

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA

June 2019

Since you’ve been running my mind

I kept it hidden in lines

In music I hope that you liked

Tracing figure eights on my spine

You got my back for infinity (hey)

I’ll give you every second of my day

Gimme a holler & I’ll be on the way

Globetrot to places we were raised

Watching some of Casablanca real late

You’re smiling while taking a snooze

I carry you up to the room

My childhood steps are creaky & chipped

Promise I won’t ever slip

I want this forever so let me admit

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, D. NUNEZ-BRENES, V. FALLS DOWN)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

GUITAR BY THE TEWA

BASS BY NIANDRA BLONDE

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA

You ain’t seen my best in a long time

I’ve been falling out with you

It’s on me, it’s on me

You ain’t see my best in a long time

I’ve been falling out with you

It’s on you too

I ain’t seen your best in a long time

I’ve been falling out with you

It’s on you too

Yeah that’s my hon

Yeah that’s my soul

It’s been a little fum

Fee-fi-fo

Yeah that’s my hon

Yeah that’s my bro

I fucking love her so

Stuck in traffic

Dumb attachment

Trust the magic

Above the madness

We begun in Manhattan

En route to forever

You were just 21 fuck that fast fashion

Dressy classy don’t put it past me

You’ll find happiness again

I’ve been amassing all my funds

From my passion for being young

Your baby boo is dashing thru traffic

To bring you all you want

You ain’t seen my best in a long time

I’ve been falling out with you

It’s on me, it’s on me

You ain’t see my best in a long time

I’ve been falling out with you

It’s on you too

I ain’t seen your best in a long time

I’ve been falling out with you

It’s on you too (2x)

You’re young enough to still love

Parts of you I couldn’t touch (2x)

You’re young enough to still love (2x)

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, J. LEMME, A. MILLER)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

GUITAR BY JACOB LEMME

BASS BY ADAM MILLER

Recorded at Honey Lavender Studios in Los Angeles, CA

Hello Takoza

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, D. NUNEZ-BRENES, V. FALLS DOWN)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

GUITAR BY THE TEWA

BASS & KEYS BY NIANDRA BLONDE

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA & Kimimila Records in Sioux Falls, SD

I was tryna fast-pass the grief

I don’t got no bastard in me

Dad done raised my brashness to peace

We laugh the last time we’d meet

We mapped the day going to sleep

He told me that it pays to love deep

I heard those gray hairs speak

Confirm he learned prayers for the weak

The sun would run upon the peak

Of Mato Tipila

We woke & spoke of greed & God

With two white folks

Who see we broke & beat the odds

& we met my grandma near the lodge

Auntie nearby smoking a chan

Who woulda thunk

That would be in two months

When the tragedy stunned me to bum

Rubber on roads he heading home

I’m going west trying my best

To make it one day so he don’t gotta stress

Spent his whole youth in a cage

Promise I’ll buy him the years to be free

& just focus on breath

Help his grandkids up the steps

Tell him that he is proud of them

Last hug with him left my shoulders wet

Amid the virus with no end in my iris

Cried that he would die for us

& mama still can’t hear sirens

& my pain is so violent

A son lives for his father

I’ll gift you a past

If you stay in my future with honor

I’ve been somewhere

Beyond my skins & my bones

If you could come find me

Bring my Sunday best

You saved some lives and spend the rest

I’ve been somewhere

Beyond my skins & my bones

If you could come find me

Bring my Sunday best

You saved some lives and spend the rest

I’ve been somewhere

Beyond my skins & my bones

If you could come find me

Bring my Sunday best

You saved some lives and spend the rest

In the Summertime Grandma puts up a tent & we sleep in there. But it sounds good when it rains.

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, A. HINES)

FEATURING A$H DA HUNTER

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

ADDITIONAL BACKGROUND VOCALS BY MUSYCA CHILDREN’S CHOIR

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA & Clear Lake Recording Studios in Los Angeles, CA

Yeah, went and gotta raise

And made my own parade

I guess you could say

Ain't no rain, no

Went and gotta raise

And made my own parade

I guess you could say

Ain't no rain, no

Little eyes watching signs

'Till the sevens align

In the casino to grind

Go unwind with poolsides

That's a meager piece of pie

All alone in your king-sized-room

Go roam with your buddies from back home

I know my way around a butt of a joke

Uncle said that I'm too Hollywood

To dig him a hole

That was a grave mistake

Now I'm rescinding his role

As the greatest Native actor

South Dakota could mold

I've been chattering with fam as of late

Tryna build upon the acres maintaining some good faith

Can't fix the stankface

Can't pick the ones who stay

When shit hits fan blades

I miss them everyday

Yeah, went and gotta raise

And made my own parade

I guess you could say

Ain't no rain, no

Yeah, went and gotta raise

And made my own parade

I guess you could say

Ain't no rain, no

Yeah, went and gotta raise

And made my own parade

I guess you could say

Ain't no rain, no

Woke up this morning thank the Creator for today

And even though I see no rain

I'm still dealing with this pain

Left my hometown

In search for better days

From Camp Verde to Phoenix

Running straight to LA

I got my family by my side

And when my ego big

My momma tells me check my pride

Went from ceremonies in the desert

To ceremonies on the mic

And when my eagle flying big

My momma tells me come outside

Look at me I'm killing it

Straight from the rez

These hardships I'm fluent in

I got my family thick and thin

All I ever do is win

And if they wanna hate on me

I tell them come again

I've been through hard times

And I got through em all

Can't be the greatest if you never had the chance to fall

That's why I took every shot when I had the ball

That's why I pick up the phone

When opportunities call

Yeah, went and gotta raise

And made my own parade

I guess you could say

Ain't no rain, no

Yeah, went and gotta raise

And made my own parade

I guess you could say

Ain't no rain, no

Yeah, went and gotta raise

And made my own parade

I guess you could say

Ain't no rain, no

Aho, my voice ain't very good but I'll try my best.

I coulda been in the race

I coulda been on the road

I coulda been in ur face

I coulda been on the ropes

I coulda been in

I coulda been in the race

I coulda been on the road

I coulda been in ur face

I coulda been on the ropes

Woah woah woah woah

But I stayed with you until your grave

Thank you for all that you gave

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, X. MARTINEZ)

FEATURING XIUHTEZCATL

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

Recorded at Toluca Lake Boyz in North Hollywood, CA

Saw the signs even though

They would hide in indigo

I never thought I'd get a shot

I gotta break

I'm tryna make

Saw the signs even though

They would hide in indigo

I never thought I'd get a shot

I gotta break

I'm tryna make

Yeah this little light à moi

Finna let that shit go shine

When I shift the gear my ride

Goes so dumb like simple minds

I'm a star no pimple patches

You gon' see my blemishes

Reaped the benefits of habit

Now I'm tearing up my scripts

Don't compare me with no nobody

Who don't know what pressure is

You might pair with this with Prosecco

And bologna sandwiches

I can't hesitate my rezzy ways

Dog pound way I'm catching strays

I took the long route to get to know my pain

Saw the signs even though

They would hide in indigo

I never thought I'd get a shot

I gotta break

I'm tryna make

Saw the signs even though

They would hide in indigo

I never thought I'd get a shot

I gotta break

I'm tryna make

Sana sanita lil mama

It's gonna be okay

Please never forget your name

Spirited Away

Echame la mano and we'll fly away

Corazon de mazapán when you say my name

Right

She say she been way high

I still don't know how to float

The water been waist high

Sana sana sana

Solecito canta

Si desapareces

Te busco en la mañana

Saw the signs even though

They would hide in indigo

I never thought I'd get a shot

I gotta break

I'm tryna make

Catching wreck for a price

Damn that shit sounds nice

Stuck in your head like some nits

No one taught me how to miss

(taught me no, no)

Oh my jaw's so grizzly I'm Memphis

Atole con pan I eat it like breakfast

Say that you josh but I know that you meant it

Bitch get lost get out of my mentions

Saw the signs even though

They would hide in indigo

I never thought I'd get a shot

I gotta break

I'm tryna make

Saw the signs even though

They would hide in indigo

I never thought I'd get a shot

I gotta break

I'm tryna make

(M. STANDING SOLDIER)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA & Jane Street Studios in New York, NY

Ms. Standing Soldier, what’s your Lakota name?

My Lakota name was given to me when I was an infant, probably about six months old. And my Lakota name is Waunsila Win, which means “she who has kindness for people.” And there is a lot of meanings to that.

Pick me up round 7:30

If you would please

Let me worries out the front seat

Back & forth bout if I’m comfy

& if you want me (2x)

Pick me

Would you pick me? (2x)

I fumbled that bag & paid

I gotta get up outta my place

My tongue don’t fuck with my face

Won’t hold each other no way

& I suck at being sad all day

So pick me up or I could just bus

See my whip broke down

When the drifts came loud

Once the winter hush

That’ll fix my frown

So I pray

Grandma’s stew fogs your goggles

If you let it

I brought you a bowl for the road

Cause you love her

Grandma’s stew fogs your goggles

When you smell it

I brought you a bowl

For the road

Cause you love her

Pick me up round 7:30

If you would please

Let me worries out the front seat

Back & forth bout if I’m comfy

& if you want me

Pick me up round 7:30

If you would please

Let me worries out the front seat

Back & forth bout if I’m comfy

& if you want me

Do you really really really really want me?

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, V. FALLS DOWN)

FEATURING NIANDRA BLONDE

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY NIANDRA BLONDE

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA

Indian humor always escaped me.

You bruised me so deep

& who do you see in me?

You bruised me so deep

& who do you see in me?

This ain’t logical

Rip my follicles

Bit my tongue tryna fake some good taste

We got problems bro

Philosophical

You told me like love

I gotta make faith

Don’t want us to fizzle

In fits of dismissal

My mama would miss you

I shrivel when thinking of someone else

Kissing your dimple

You’re committed to changing

A baddie tryna do better

I’m committed to saving us

When the weather is wetter

Doing silly things

Just to make you look at me

Cannot win the game

You taught me to let go

Doing silly things

Just to make you look at me

Cannot win the game

You taught me to let go

You bruised me so deep

& who do you see in me?

You bruised me so deep

& who do you see in me?

I’ve been loved in funny ways

Gotta laugh about it

Or you’ll go deranged

No one deserves that pain (2x)

No one

No one deserves that pain

(M. STANDING SOLDIER)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA

This is dedicated to my first love

I ended us cause I couldn’t be enough

The water was steady when deuces got chucked

The losses were heavy & I was getting crushed

(Please don’t leave) I’m sorry I’m getting killed

(Please don’t leave) Don’t worry I never will

(Please don’t leave) I don’t see this as a reason to be begging For my presence we need healing we need methods

We need grieving we need pleasure

We need lessons on acceptance

If I never get a message from your telly phone again

Just know I’ll always be your friend

On the mend to amends

We’re never broken we’re just bent

I’ll always love you the mostest-woastest-loasted

Boasted how the lonesomeness was coaxed

By poems you writ that lifted me to grow

So many songs I spawned in honor of your soul

But now the ink has run dry

& the tip has gone dull

A pair of broken hearts tried

To hold each other so tight they felt whole

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, K. PAUL, D. NUNEZ-BRENES, V. FALLS DOWN, S. CARDONA)

FEATURING BLACK BELT EAGLE SCOUT

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

GUITAR BY THE TEWA

BASS BY NIANDRA BLONDE

KEYS BY BASI VIBE

ADDITIONAL BACKGROUND VOCALS BY MUSYCA CHILDREN’S CHOIR

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA, Clear Lake Recording Studios in Los Angeles, CA, Corn Muffin Records in La Conner, WA

I remember us as an encrusted gem

Opal & aquamarine sheen

Blinded all of our friends

She was picking my pedals

Since her major was in the STEM

Gave her own soil a lettergrade

We were surface-level that changed

With everything we paved

I’ll confirm I made a mess

Because I rushed her to engage

Come to find there were some

Wounds & bruises that she had in place

That can’t be healed by me

As I had some to match

Like the weed we stashed

Inside the Hello Kitty Pez dispenser

Them the memories I hold in my chest

Near & dear forever

Borrowed too many of your tomorrows

I apologize again

I know the sorrow’s hard

But you’re still a gem

I’ve been dealing with the fee-fi-fo-fum

Every little thing is making my nose run

I’ve been dealing with the fee-fi-fo-fum

Every little thing is making my nose run

Ran outta roads to run

I am somebody’s son

Mama I’m coming home again

Ran outta roads to run

I am somebody’s son

Mama I’m coming home again

Ran outta roads to run

I am somebody’s son

I’ve been dealing with the fee-fi-fo-fum

Every little thing is

When my father passed I flew back first class

One of the first time I ever did that

You know grief don’t come with a roadmap

& it don’t take cash

But it won’t take back

All of my remember whens

You made me a better man

The happiest I’ve ever been

I’ve been dealing with the fee-fi-fo-fum

Every little thing is making my nose run

Mama I’m coming home again

I’ve been dealing with the fee-fi-fo-fum

Every little thing is making my nose run

Mama I’m coming home again

(M. STANDING SOLDIER, D. NUNEZ-BRENES)

PRODUCED BY MATO WAYUHI

GUITAR BY THE TEWA

Recorded at Endless Noise Studios in Santa Monica, CA

Acting fancy boy please

Like you ain’t come up in a sweat lodge

Begging for breeze

Fireworks searing the sky with new debris

Screaming like banshee that’s a pansy to me

Dreaming of men coming & unbuckling jeans

That was age six

Thinking I would age out the shit

Mixed with a fix

Had to nix but them sticks & them stones

That my dad had thrown minced me to bones

Acting fancy boy quit

My medicine man said my loving ain’t legit

My father said don’t show your face around the sweat

Lost too many folks from the fear of breaking free

So I sat that Standing Soldier down

& told him how’d it be

“Listen close: I’m a lover

But I fight against the choke

Of the noose that my brother knew

Until it took him whole

I don’t know if he lived like me

But before he croaked

He came out & I didn’t so I’m honoring so

Listen close: I know you jotted down life

Inside the hole

Where the soft-skinned ripped open

For men with rotted souls

It’s a new day & prison

Ain’t the place where Imma go

Your son is making life

From the sentences & quotes

Listen close: you won’t know me

If you don’t love me still

I took the beatings like a champion

& danced around the drills

All-state but I’m not all-straight

I get applause anyway

Lose a father if he martyrs me with hate

Listen close: don’t let your son go like dusk

Cause I told you who I was”

My father said

“Son, why the long stankface?

Life is short, go embrace.”

I’m just recording this for my family here so that they can remember this song. Um, hopefully my children learn it & keep it someday for their children & their great grandchildren. It’s bad when we lose these songs. But this song was sung by my A’te Robert & my mother Delores — they used to sing this at the inipi when they’d be filling that cannupa out to Hisle. They’re long gone now. Aho, my voice ain’t very good but I’ll try my best.

Softly spoken in my dreams

You hardly knew how much you mean to me

Ink from my tattoo was borrowed to

Write you some letters

Softly spoken in my dreams

You hardly knew how much you mean to me

Ink from my tattoo was borrowed to

Write you some letters

Travel thru the galaxies

Places that you gotta be

From the center of the sun

To edges of expanse