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.

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.