Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Ruptak
Songwriter
Texty
I'm a floating in the grand canyon, heron and sandstone
without a single care, well we've found ourselves a hole
Just a-pissin' in the water, maybe we are dead after all
A cloudy head of spines, a blade of vishnu spire, a heart of granite doom
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
I'm a-ridin' in a rubber ducky with my camera and my PFD
Just a-punchin' through the sick-nasty, got a picture at the grannery
I think this year will be the one that goes down in history
A complicated mind, eroding over time, the womb of the Hopi
(and we wonder why we just don't stay here)
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
I'm a-watchin' how the sun shines against the tectonic sheets
She's a-wounded by a long life, but sturdy in her seams
I'm a-broken by a bystander, hooved and humble, she's a wastelander
A smoky liquid sky, alujah adoni, pure again in your tether
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
O-oo oo oo oo, the great forgiver and forgetter
I'm a-wakin' by the moon shearing by the sail of an empty stream
Bound in flight and set on re-sealing all our cracks and dreams and leaks
I wonder always of our great failure to withhold our reverence for our claim-stakers
We're always asking why, Detura valentine, a rowdy lot of risk-takers
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
I've been working on perfection, baptisms always come in threes
A holy-water blood transfusion from the well of ancient you and me
I'm a-listenin' to the busy chatter of the ring-tailed bandits and the song of Saturn
We're deafened by our plight, ignoring warning signs, the siren on the sea, singin'
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin down the water
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
I smell the burning of a forest fire from the world up above the rim
It's a-blockin out the stars, carried on the passage of the wind
The whirlybird is looking for survivors, maybe last night's lightning was the big red button
A selfish little life, a spotty alibi, forgotten how to be human
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
I've been turning on a dime and you are throwing in a rope
Worry slowing to a grind, heartache turning in to black-hills gold
Travelin' through time, reaching through the cosmic telephone
Tiptoe through the crypto, Little Colorado, polished shale and bone
The lava knows we're never really through it
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
O-oo oo oo oo, the echo of the seekers
O-oo oo oo oo, just a-screaming toward the future
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
Written by: Anthony Ruptak