Philip Daughtry
Shaman Songchun-eh chun-eh way yo chun-eh
chun-eh chun-eh way yu-tah
I can get there from here I can get there
with these antlers and deer foot rattle
I can get back.
A long time before gasoline
I followed my tracks under a stone.
Here brush me with this owl wing
don’t forget to feed my bones to wolves
so they can pass me to return
to show another smoky village
how closing both eyes and falling down
is the way across the slippery rocks.
I’m flying now...see that moon pared so thin
looks like a tight fit so beat the drum
chun-eh chun-eh way yo chun-eh
chun-eh chun-eh way yu-tah
and I am smoke from a cougar’s nostrils
don’t waste a song calling me back
vanishing is what I do
a clever trick learned far from men
one last thing
nobody gets to stick around
when you feel important just practice
saying hello and goodbye to yourself
the back country of desire is not for dreamers
unprepared to kiss oblivion.