They're thinking about me ;)

Z71 - bass boosted

Sleeve - Nate Smith Cover

A song I wrote like in Cree when I was like 17.. thought I'd sing it acoustic.  So many good memories. 

Darryl S. Hester - Mwii skaat niwii ten goodbye

I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times
Oh! God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times.
Nobody can tell me
..........how I've survived.
They just don't know
..........how I've survived.
But I've survived to try and die
..........all over again.
I go to extremes of mental pain
..........to be creative-
again and again and again.

I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times
Oh! God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times.
Nobody can tell me
..........how I've survived.
They just don't know
..........how I've survived.
But I've survived to try and die
..........all over again.
I go to extremes of mental pain
..........to be creative-
again and again and again.

*

(chorus)
Writing a poem is a small death.
Time steals your last breath-
gives you the kiss of life.
.....Painting drains your blood.
Sculpting melts your bones.
Oh! I am feeling so alone.
This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

Writing a poem is a small death.
Time steals your last breath-
gives you the kiss of life.
.....Painting drains your blood.
Sculpting melts your bones.
Oh! I am feeling so alone.
This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

*

I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times
Oh! God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times.
Nobody can tell me
..........how I've survived.
They just don't know
..........how I've survived.
But I've survived to try and die
..........all over again.
I go to extremes of mental pain
..........to be creative-
again and again and again.

*

(chorus)
Writing a poem is a small death.
Time steals your last breath-
gives you the kiss of life.
.....Painting drains your blood.
Sculpting melts your bones.
Oh! I am feeling so alone.
This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

Writing a poem is a small death.
Time steals your last breath-
gives you the kiss of life.
.....Painting drains your blood.
Sculpting melts your bones.
Oh! I am feeling so alone.
This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

*

This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

Darryl S. Hester - Mwii skaat niwii ten goodbye

Darryl S. Hester

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