I had a dream that my mother went into the sea, and I wept in floods.
Yet still I knew that she had not left.
I saw her in Earth and sky,
and I heard her in the song of birds and leaves and branches.
I felt her in the mother of us all,
and I fell down and took dirt in hand.
Some big boys pump her for more dark liquid gold.
Some sick boys sell seven-year slaves to hungry lost souls.
They disgrace the mother of us all,
so I fall down and listen for her call.
I will survive my kin.
I will heal with or without them.
You are a warrior when you sit up and give thanks for a simple breath.
You are a woman and a man when you retrieve your head from the sand.
So I lift up my trumpet and I sing, and I reason with the devil and kings.
I lift up my trumpet and I sing, and I reason with the devil and kings.
This song is dedicated to my mother and to the Earth, which sustains (and is inseparable from) all living things.
from Backward EP,
released January 17, 2017
Rhys Tivey: voice / trumpet / frame drum / music / lyrics / production
Julian Pollack: production / piano / synths / organ
Deen Anbar: guitars
Dillon Treacy: drums
Carter Lee: bass
Noel Brennan: percussion
Emily Wespiser: flute
Nick Miller: recording
Phil Weinrobe: mixing
Matthew Agoglia: mastering
Recorded at Mercy Sound Studios, 66 Rivington Studios, Figure 8 Studios, Bridge and Water Productions, and Maple Horn Productions