For Weddings And Funerals (Dead Man’s Bones)

Song: “Dead Man’s Bones”
Album: Dead Man’s Bones, 2009
Artist: Dead Man’s Bones

Dig a hole,
in the middle of the street.
Dig it down,
Six feet deep.

You should know,
that the world was built on bones.
Dressed in their best clothes,
there are rows and rows and rows,

Of dead man’s bones!
I’m talkin’ ’bout dead man’s bones!
Wherever you go,
take a look at your feet,
and down six feet deep
there’s dead man’s bones!

Bones! Bones! Bones, bones, bones, bones!

Dig ’em up,
Take ’em home
They’ve been livin’
Six feet deep!

You should know,
that the world was built on bones.
Take a look at your feet,
and down six feet deep
there’s dead man’s bones!

In the basement!
In the schoolhouse!
In the pavement!
In the water!
It’s a sound, (underground!)
there’s a sound! (underground!)
Six feet deep!

You should know,
that the world was built on bones.

Wherever you go,
take a look at your feet
down six feet deep
there’s dead man’s bones!
Bones! Bones! Bones, bones, bones, bones!

LISTEN

New Flowers

New flowers, ancient powers,
ancestors speaking to me.
Like vines intertwining,
wisdom is leaking into me.

And we are wise and we are strong.
We are humble and we come from the sun.
Round and round we go.
The sun, radiant we glow.

And we’re rising to the occasion
to lift your very soul.
We’re rising to the occasion
to lift your very soul.

The air is a singer, the fire is a song,
as sure as this earth I’m standing on.
The air is a singer, the fire is a song,
as sure as this earth I’m standing on.

Angel Wash Song

the last couple of years at the Fairy Congress, we’ve had a ritual called the Angel Wash. I’m not sure of its origins, however Saphir Lewis and Rafe Pearlman crafted the tune and lyrics. Here it is performed by Aimee Kelley and Aimee Ringle

“I behold you Beautiful One,
I behold you Child of the Earth and Sun.
Let my Love wash over You.
Let my Love watch over You”

– Saphir Lewis & Rafe Pearlman (from the Angel Wash Ceremony)

NOTES

Hi Beauties ~ Wonderful to find this thread connected to the Angel Wash!

First, until I reach Morgan (or Xen?) to find out how to correct it on this page, I just want to leave the correct lyrics here…the second line is “I behold you, child of the earth and sun” the last line is “Let my love watch over you” 🙂

Secondly, Aimee Ringle and I have recorded the song (maybe it’ll be on the album we’ve been creating!)…but for now we’d be happy to send it along if someone wants that version.

For the record, the lyrics and original ritual were created by a very special healer/chiropractor that Safir knew…she brought it to Fairy Congress in eastern WA, and in 2010 she asked Aimee R and I to set the words to a new tune…we sat in the beautiful fairy ring and opened ourselves to what song wanted to come through…that’s how this version began!

Blessings to all in Kauai who are moving ever more light beings and beloved souls through this passage of union and love.


I sent Saphir Lewis a Facebook message asking about this, and here’s what she says: “The lyrics are written by Rafe Pearlman and I, the melody by the Aimees and the process may have come from Dr. Epstein, but that we don’t know for sure. It’s now being used in hospice, and sung in choirs as well as its common use at events of all kinds, far more than just festivals.”

Sheet Music

Click to access Angel_Wash_SATB.pdf

We Stand in Your Place, Ancestors

(Ceisiwr Serith)

We stand in your place, Ancestors.
We perform your deeds, Ancestors.
“Do not forget, do not forget” —
Let it be these words, Holy Ones,
that my heart sings in my chest.

Do not forget, do not forget,
to walk in the sacred way.

Do not forget, do not forget,
that all I see is sacred.

Do not forget, do not forget
my sacred duty to the world which surrounds me.

Do not forget, do not forget.
Grant me this gift, you whom I worship, not to forget.

Hear Me Calling

Mother Earth, hear me calling,
I’m your daughter. You’re my home.

Sister Moon, hear me calling,
in the night we’re not alone.

Father Sun, hear me calling,
let your strong light shine in me.

All my ancestors stand by me,
teach my spirit to be free.

Song to the Grandmothers (Grandmothers Song)

Grandmothers, weaving the rainbow.
Grandmothers, weaving the light.
Grandmothers, weaving the rainbow,
weaving the threads of my life.

Guide me on my spirit journey.
Guide me on my spirit journey.
Guide me on my spirit journey.
Guide me on my spirit journey.

Grandmothers, make my way sacred.
Lead me on the path of light.
Grandmothers, women of wisdom,
dance your sacred dance of light.
Sing your sacred songs of beauty.
Help me on my spirit flight.

Listen:

#1051 We Are

GRANDMOTHER CHANT

(Olympia’s Daughters)

For each child that’s born,
the morning star rises and sings to the universe who we are.
For each child that’s born,
the morning star rises and sings to the universe who we are.
We are our grandmother’s prayers. We are our grandfather’s dreaming. We are the breath of our ancestors. We are the spirit of love.

Listen:


Notes:

Seems based on #1051 We Are

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#1051 We Are
(Dr. Ysaye Barnwell)

For each child that’s born a morning star rises,
And sings to the universe who we are.
For each child that’s born a morning star rises,
And sings to the universe who we are.

We are our grandmother’s prayers.
We are our grandfather’s dreamings.
We are the breath of our ancestors.
We are the Spirit of GOD.

We are …
Mothers of Courage
And Fathers of Time
We are Daughters of dust
And Sons of great visions.

We are Sisters of Mercy
And Brothers of Love
We are Lovers of Life
And the Builders of Nations.

We are Keepers of Faith
and Seekers of Truth
We are Makers of Peace and
The Wisdom of Ages.

We are our grandmother’s prayers.
We are our grandfather’s dreamings.
We are the breath of our ancestors.
We are the Spirit of GOD.

For each child that’s born a morning star rises,
And sings to the universe who we are.
For each child that’s born a morning star rises,
And sings to the universe who we are.

Listen:

The Ancients Are Calling

The ancients are singing.
I am listening.
The ancients are chanting.
We are one.

The ancients are calling.
I am listening.
The ancients are calling,
calling me home.

The ancients are crying.
Can’t you hear us?
The ancients are saying,
”We are here.”

Grandfather tells me,
”We remember.”
Grandmother tells me,
“Open your heart.”

The ancients are calling.
I am listening.
The ancients are calling,
calling me home.