Eliza Gilkyson
Eliza Gilkyson
Eliza Gilkyson
Eliza Gilkyson
Eliza Gilkyson
Eliza Gilkyson
Eliza Gilkyson
Eliza Gilkyson
Eliza Gilkyson
The desert bleached my reason
Possession slipped away
The sun beat down and burned the ground
I thanked it every day
When I called out for the rainmaker
And danced a ritual rite
The answers came on clouds of rain
And thunder through the night
And [drew?] I was a rainbow warrior
Crossing clouded canyons above the coke and chains
And [drew?] I was a rainbow warrior
Dances were the maker of the rains
[Sung in a Native American tongue]