One needs the eyes of another to see what the shadow of the tree hides the sick do not expect the medicine man to explain why they are being visited the preparations for the ceremony will begin soon we will make everything ready and we will do this before the dead become angry at us the rain is the erotic ritual between heaven and the earth the leaves of the branches the branches of the tree all feed on the root now leaves without branches branches without roots how do you stay alive? it takes millions of tears to produce a flood capable of washing the dead to the realm of the ancestors so if you refrain from weeping, you wrong the dead rhythm and chant crack open that part of the self that holds grief under control grief unleashed without the drums runs the risk of producing more death it is a force without a container and to the dead it is useless energy like food wasted while people go hungry an immense fire has been extinguished and the living must reawaken it we must all join in the groan.

(Romans 8:18-25 Luke 19:39, 40) i've got a bone to pick in the decomposition of this cultures bed i've got a stone to kick down a trail of tears through a thousand stories and i've grown so quick, my roots sucking blood of the restless dead i've got a groan so thick, i can't keep it contained inside one head the spirits need your voices, lend your throats to the great blue wail for the the moaning of the disappeared and all those trapped in jail the silenced won't hold it in no more, it's a howling, mighty gale it's a resurrected insurrection from inside the stolen shale I've got a home down deep, we are of this earth and to her we're married we've got to moan and weep, for the beauty's getting killed and our souls lie buried so we've got to roam and creep all around this world til the truth is ferried in our bones risen from sleep, for this old song is what we carry All Creation is groaning for the children of God to be revealed Our great mother forever birthing, our great mother forever heals turn around all you who crucify, turn around you who rape and steal and if you don't want to prophesy, well the rocks and the stones sure will and they've got a tone so strong, they gonna rumble and quake until the lava comes out and we've got to own what we have sown, if you plant the fire you gonna harvest the drought Look what the drones are droppin down, they see everywhere but can't tell what love is about but we're not alone against these wrongs, the land is asking us to amplify her shout! can you hear her calling, Mama calling us home can you hear her calling? We must join in the groan

(Jeremiah 6:16) I need Ellegua to crack open the code Prophet Jeremiah standin at the crossroads it's Mama Africa singin dirty blue notes riddim, the voice of Jah pulsing up thru the bones which way are you going now child? we once were lost but now we're found which way are you going now child? back to the earth come on and follow me down is your life in tune with Mama Nature? that's what's gonna keep you on the level or are you marching along with the dominator, better check yoself, who's makin deals with the devil? We have lost the good way we have all gone astray and we're gonna have to pay unless we can all be saved return to the ancient paths live a holy life at last if down that road you shall go you'll find healin for your soul down from the heavens and up through the floor we are calling out to you to open up the door O divine child with the old mans staff teach us the trick, let us learn how to laugh help us to hear from the red and the black where is the path that can lead us back? remove all the obstacles in the way Maferefun Ellegua Ashe Ashe Ago ile ago – Ago ile ago---Ago ile ago ya – Ago ile ago ya (Yoruba Translation:) Open up, open up open the house Open up, open up Open up, the way, open up

Isaiah 14:3-23 Gen. 2:8,9 Gen. 18:1 Psalm 137 John 15:5 Matthew 3:10 Rev. 22:2 well, sit down here by the teaching oak, she gonna tell you an old, old story bout the way things were before the fall of man when the forests lived in glory when old earth man and the mother of life, sprawlin naked in the sun and had no shame if you listen to the trees they'll show the way back to paradise and we can join in their refrain Since you were laid low no one comes to cut us down now grandmother willow's been weepin on her knees since the children got struck with the curse and the myth of progress, sayin nature's just a resource, sure is makin it worse now everybody's fightin over who gets the trees, fueling the empires of Gilgamesh and Solomon but one day soon the oppressor shall cease and we'll take up this taunt against Babylon Since you were Laid low no one comes to cut us down Singing Oak and Cedar, Cypress and Pine we are the branches and the Lord is the Vine grass busting thru the concrete as a living sign it's the tree of life's leaves that heal the nations at the end of time since you were laid low no one comes to cut us down All you rich, young rulers chewin on that forbidden fruit well the Lord has got an axe and He's choppin at your root if you cut down the forest that is what will come to you so we all better learn to live Holy and New while the trees singin..Since you were laid low no one comes to cut us down

( Matthew 25:40 ) There is trouble in the valley There is trouble in the hills There is trouble on the river I gotta drive it out I gotta drum and shout There is trouble in the forest There is trouble down below There is trouble in my heart Lord I gotta drive it out I gotta drum and shout Stretch me over this hallowed log make me a trinity of goat and tree Come on and beat it down so we all can rise up walk like a panther and set the world free It's the black snake moaning pipelines drinking up the oil and the tar sands through the roof comes global warming fueled by the greed of the rich man the screams of the last rainforest echoing the call that we can't breathe voices of the dead now join the chorus in resistance against extraction companies but we keep drillin and frackin and hackin and killin the Earth is our mother, we actin like villians are you ready to change? who out there is willin? to fight for life, join in the rhythm Soliwoulen comin out to give the tribe an inspection and remind us all that something is wrong the panther's claws shall remove the infection repent, turn around, join the song What you do to the least of these you have done to me What you do to the beasts and trees you have done to me What you do to the birds and bees you have done to me What you do to the lakes and seas you have done to me We better get down on our knees and pray til we can see that the Earth is alive and She's not for sale She's not our private property there is nothing left we can hear the drums there is nothing left we can still hear the drums Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But don't u see? a tornado is swirling! More wine, i tell you, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling. There is a warrior inside you a mighty mirror-masked dancer let the Holy Spirit flow through rise and walk like a panther. Kodonbale, kodonbale eeeh, iye kodonbale, kodonbale soli bara djara ye djara walero Malinke Translation: (The sun rises in the east. The place where the sun rises is called in Malinke: Kodon. The place where the sun rises is also always the place where the thunderstorms start. But as often in African lyrics, the topic is rather metaphorical. They seem to talk about the Kodonba(le) coming and equal it with the threat of a panther (soli) and a lion (djara) appearing in the middle of the village, it means: "The panther has seen the lion" "djara walerö" - the lion is in the bush. A panther could be seen as weaker than a lion. The panther could stand for the people, the lion for the coming storm. They have seen the "lion" coming and know they have to hurry. The Söliwoulen is a much-feared masker who is charged with protecting the bilakoro (the uninitiated young ones.) The word Söli is given to the ceremony proper, whilst Söliwoulen can be translated as "the red panther", referring to his strength and to the colour of his costume of panther skins that has also been studded with mirrors and amulets to add to his terrifying appearance. He dances alone and his arrival in the village spreads fear when he is seen to pass the entry.

Genesis 3 Exodus 7:12 Numbers 21:4-9 John 3:14-15 Matthew 10:16 How many times can i shed my skin if there's nothing inside left to be holy outside the rhyme where i begin your lies keep messin up the story in that tree was the old poison that monorhythm like a dread bulldozer i'm gonna teach you bout the ways of sin for the song of life is not yet over Infinity keeps twisting me swallow my tail and around we go Death and rebirth, up from the earth Ouroboros mojo Python the oracle way down deep smokin in the belly of the bedrock sendin visions from below in a tranced up sleep dreams of the future now unlocked and when Tiamat first got shot her body parts became the world and when the rainbow snake did the boomerang shake all of creation was unfurled Now i know you think on me as evil as a venomous tempting liar but i'm that Kundalini energy pushing your soul to go higher and what did Moses do when the people were bitten in the quicksand? he lifted me up for you, one glance and your healing was at hand Now i've been wrapped around this stick as long as i can remember coils and rattles and a quick tongue flick between earth and the spirit, I am the messenger The serpent in the garden, the dragon of the dead if i strike your heel, you gonna crush my head? but when Jesus was wrapped around his tree right then he made a reference to me the secrets are no longer sealed when you look on this you shall be healed If medicine is what you want to get then come and join Damballah's dance and if you don't believe me yet just look on the back of your ambulance my snake oil can lube up your spine you gotta spend that dime and get yourself a bottle joinin Earth and Sky when the serpents fly the Aztec calendar sign spiralling prayers to Quetzatlcoatl I'm your DNA, i go all the way back to the beginning of Creation so don't get me wrong, i'm the pulse of the song the symbol of transformation

Gen 4:1-16 Exodus 3:1 Exodus 16:31, 32 Matthew 3:1-4 Mark 3:27 Isaiah 13:21, 22 1Samuel 17: 31-37 John 10:11 They put Pan's horns and hooves right there on Satan to make it look like goats are bad for those oppressors always hatin all that wild energy they can't dam from this slave system they'll be leavin come sunday morning they'll be gone in search of freedom, ever grievin they walkin goat, gone cimarron. and even Moses did his time forty years out in the bush trying to find that old fault line and give their towers one last push when you're eatin manna in the desert re-wilding will not take long a walking stick and camel hairshirt they walkin goat, gone cimarron and Abel's offering was better than Cain's domesticating ways trying to control down to the letter instead of release each seven days and now all that nomad blood is screaming trying to bind up the man who thinks he's strong and open up the songlines dreaming it's walkin goat, gone cimarron Animals will move into the ruins you will be haunted by the howl jackals will lie down in the palace inside the tower nests the owl and the illusions will fade away Creation seeds another chance ancient Spirits come out and play and the wild goats go there to dance and Corbett told us bout Quixote and errantry that makes dreams real a quest to destroy our apathy the canyon lands teach us to feel and don't forget now young King David knocking down giants with a stone seeking God's justice, yeah he craved it he was walkin goat, gone cimarron and Boujloud in old Morocco King Midas has got the ears of an ass cuz he's listening to the Pan pipes clock now that deep free music from the past Lady Anarchy is our new lover She's got that Holy, Wild song following her, we will discover we walkin goat, gone cimarron when the empire's got you by the throat one way out is start walkin goat well its time to sound that exodus note and one way out is start walking goat cuz even Jesus was a wanderer preaching the deserts holy word they all say he was a carpenter but i call him the good shepherd we step in time now with the thunder that crack and boom and steam and gong civilization's goin under we walkin goat, gone cimarron

by: james perkinson (Mariwo Ye ye ye Mariwo Ogun Mariwo) preacher preaches flung notes of sun foot in the grave thump of dead rising pelvic ground round world gyrating limb of fruit slice the plumb of night bite the apple peel the shadow open the eyeball climb inside the light and down idea-root of raised hair rib-walk of ancestor talk talking my name shouting cemeteries of summons singing europe back to africa singing america under water singing me below the ground spine is crossroads cranium chamber of clatter hand over hand they climb the leg one hair-bristle at a time like wetness rising like cold beneath the feet like a stammering gum of dread grinning revelation laughing blood tongues dripping alarm bells coming up the go down coming on like the truth of brown is this jesus? are you the whale of jonah? my head is a split nail my left foot leads the world i am ogou-glint of bullet thought syllable of dent-in-the-head sign of a broken rhyme the hard red in your eye dancing shivers into the space of existence this is revolution in a bone throat of running horse elephant grunt of hunger cock crow on the loose growling reparation thunder whiskey coal mouth swallowing swords belching forges orifice of time bent angle of showdown and i am the caught thief of hemisphere answering to a continent bloat is my crime ocean my fine becoming someone’s meal the real sign of my destiny do you shine before me, jesus, like a jaw full of teeth?

oh, Lord don't let them move my mountain but give me the strength to climb and Lord don't let them take away these ancient rocks but leave them in the ground Oh Lord they are blowin up the top of my mountain and creating a deadly holler fill full of poisons runnin down into my drinkin well it seems like they don't care what they kill and they start by rippin all of the trees out so the miners can get down to the seam they have dredged the bones of the dead up from the underground and they're killing the place where i dream now, if there were no mountains Lord, i might forget to pray and if there were no forests, Lord, i know we'd lose our way for i know the higher the mountain the sweeter the victory oh Lord ever remind us your spirit moves through streams, hills and trees

written by: James Perkinson I move my eye seeding the Holy, I move my eye i see you great lumbering limb stretched like a wand of medicine conjuring sky, the snow below your arched hands a mirror of the white horizon rising un-seamed shroud of the season, full of ancestors and dreams the city slumbers, sullen, cement and silicon silent before its fate, the frenzy of lights a mere memory of night now, black-pocked with bright, faded to this indistinct sheen of nullity the great waiting, the stillness of a late coming answer to the cries of bloodied abels and mothers whose daughters herod slaughtered even yesterday cauterized futures lurking in the height of the serrated bark, blossoms whose spring lies buried like a ring of volcanos and oil, shales of the north tortured for their earth-rending secrets of seas now forked into cars and wars, fleeing the certain haze of extinction, the blaze of a burning planet, tsunamis rolling shoreward like liquid comets, the vomit of middle passages of the all the unsung losses of orcas and seals, squid and coral, the sorrel horse of john riding the winds of ancient shamans like the drum-beat of mars reaching the far edge of the living with star-messages no longer discerned beneath the blanket of orange locking huddled masses into a molasses of slow-jelling lies, eyes blinded by light and unrhymed motion no cycles of magic potions of dying kin birthing again, inside the compacted engine of bechtel and gm, monsanto and ibm, wall mart and wall street leaping straight into sheol without even a grin of understanding, burning and burning a million million barrels of oblivion in their bank accounts the flanks of the mother heaving, the ranks of zombie-slaves rising, carbon-belching, methane-breathing, ozone-cleaving cyclone-stirring rage of a billion billion ungrieved living holy ones rendered demon-forms in the pornography of wild beauty made into gears and digits and bullets, cutting loose the girth of life from the bone of rock that stocks our brief epiphany with a halo of symphony and grace, frog-laughter and meadow-lark dawn turned into the final verdict on our raging refusal to see, blind to our own face rounded and cold in the eye of salmon and kernel of corn, sold and dead on the table, without a mouth left to feed or sing what if your holiday comes and there is no seed or milk or leaf left to thank?

Luke 13:6-9 A man had a fig tree he went looking for fruit but he found none so, cut it down why should it be wasting the soil? give it one more year let me dig around it spread manure on it give it one more year why should it be wasting the soil? america’s a fig tree we went looking for fruit but we found none so, cut it down why should it be wasting the soil? give it one more year let me dig around it spread manure on it give it one more year why should it be wasting the soil? Oh it’s all clear cut. why should it be wasting the soil?

Gen. 4:10 Ex 3:1-4 Ex. 7:16 Job 38 1Kings 17:1-7 2 kings 1:10 2 kings 2 Matthew 3:1-4 Heb. 11 Way, way long ago, you know, they flipped the script (i tell you) To know which way to go we gotta fix this trip, (I ask you) How do you read? Who's zoomin who? Who is the King and Who is the Fool? How do you read? Who's zoomin who? Can you pull back the veil and try to reach through? How do you read? Who's zoomin Who? What is the Beast and what is the Zoo? How do you read? who's zoomin who? What does God say when She speaks through you? Every sacred story requires interpretation have you ever listened with the ears of creation? the way it comes alive depends on what you do for you are the ones that the dead try to speak through Are you dispelling the fear or re-enforcing blasphemy? Are you darkening the mirror or doing art on memory? What is the tradition of the prophets stance? How did Christs' Elders teach him how to dance? It began with the disappeared, forgotten, cimarron renegades but it has been twisted by lies of imperial crusades so, let's go back to the beginning of the tale and hear the story from those on the inside of the jail Abel's ghost blood echoing from underground in sonic percussion like a deep drum pound whose reverb is the pulse of resistance to every temptation to forget a rhythm of remembering that lies beneath every colonizers debt the ones slain by Cain are the wound-able ones Feeling the Land's Pain and always on the run The tradition of an offspring who are "able" to be killed but their offerings overturn the horror and the voice is speaking still For the sin does not begin with one persons disobedience Which version of the story are you feeding? what the murderous ones passed down to their sons starts with Abel's disappearance, not with Adams eating. The break comes and the curse does fall when we exile the wild to build the city wall So, what is the meaning of Salvation? it can only be the ending of our alienation to stop this suffering alone we must learn to build a home through interspecies mediation! There is a summons rising up from a deep old chant to again be like Eve and see the faces in the plant use the lens of the raven's eye to change the way you're readin' Our lifestyle is what creates either Hell or Eden. Spirit calling through all nature is the root of this tradition a voice out of the bush demanding an end to all oppression to come out to the wilderness and understand our condition from the whirlwind telling Job to see that he is part of all creation wind-riding-lightning calling-storm blessing divination passing Elijah's mantle down to the Baptist's generation this is how we must read we must follow their lead we learn how to live through this ancestral invocation. zum zum zum capoeira mata um hey zum zum zum dance your clay back to the old way through the groaning dirt becoming replanted close to the ground remember the sound that sings your soul back to its enchantment leaf and branch reaching for the chance to send sunlight back down to the rootbed mulch and rot the wet and the hot composting the poison inside your head