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Home
04:11
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Oh my body is not my home
No, my body is not my home
‘Cause it ain’t loving me, as far as I can tell
It’s weakened flesh, it don’t treat me well
It’s not home for my soul
Oh oh oh
Home
Home
Home ain’t where I’ve come from
It’s muddy at the bottom, where my soul’s gone
Oh no oh, oh no oh
Well I don’t like my body, it don’t treat me well
This ain’t not home for my soul, it’s a living hell
In fact, my soul has been wandering, looking for a new place to go
I can feel it sinking to the earth to the worms and the bones
Home
Home
Home ain’t where I’ve come from
It’s muddy at the bottom, where my soul’s gone
Oh no oh, oh no oh
Yeah see this body’s a burden, it keeps me down
And the doctors are certain, there’s no cure to be found
So maybe I’ll give this body back to the sea
Cause all that it’s good for is misery
Chorus
Home
Home
Home ain’t where I’ve come from
It’s muddy at the bottom, where my soul’s gone
Oh no oh, oh no oh
But see there’s just one problem that I know
If I leave this body, where will my soul go?
Cause without my soul, what am truly I worth
I’m just another barren woman giving up to the earth
Home
Home
Home ain’t where I’ve come from
It’s muddy at the bottom, where my soul’s gone
Oh no oh, oh no oh
Home ain’t where I’ve come from
It’s muddy at the bottom, where my soul’s gone
Oh no oh, oh no
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2. |
Feeling My Feelings
04:56
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I don't know where you've been
But I've been in the thick of things
No, I don't know where you been
But I've been in the thick of things
Feeling my feelings
I'll just lie here crying and bleeding
Crying and bleeding
Feels like a bullet tore me up
And now I can't feel no love
A silver bullet came and ate me up
And now I can't feel your love
Feeling my feelings
I'll just lie here crying and bleeding
Crying and bleeding
There's so much pain
There's so much pain
There's so much pain
There's so much pain
There's so much pain
There's so much pain
There's so much pain
There's so much
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
I don't know where you've been
But I've been through the thick of things
I don't know where the hell you been
But I've been in the thick of things
Feeling my feelings
I'll just lie here crying and bleeding
Crying and bleeding
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3. |
Commune
04:16
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Something in me changed
I wake up everyday
Drawn to the light, I give thanks
I don’t know about this “God”
But something I feel that is strong
I pray daily sometimes just to myself
Or is it to you?
Is it to you?
Is it to you?
I decided it doesn’t matter
Through all the noise and all the chatter
If anyone else is listening
But is it you? Or somebody different?
Is it you? Or somebody different?
Did I commune? Did I come through? Did I commune?
Is it you?
Now I don’t have no faith or bible
I’m living just for survival
But I feel a presence with me in this room
Now could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
You
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4. |
Strange Weather
04:02
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Strange weather’s been creeping in
Suddenly the sky’s darkening
Casting shadows on 7th in Brooklyn
You don’t know why
Clouds overtake the sunset
Dry places all turn to wet
Where there was desert
Now it’s a mud pit
And there was a tornado in Springfield, just by your house
All of a sudden the wind thrashed you around
Strange weather comes, but it don't go
Boston’s drowning in 9 feet of snow
Lightning strikes and then the power goes
And you don't know why
Heavy water falling down, down, down
Yet California’s still in drought
Trees smoking up
But you still have doubt
There was a tornado in Springfield, just by your house
All of a sudden the wind thrashed you around
There was a tornado in Springfield, just by your house
All of a sudden the wind thrashed you around
Strange weather’s been creeping in
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5. |
Americana
05:29
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My mother, she created me
White mother, passed down her genes
And my Black daddy, he got in there too
So somebody tell me, what am I to you?
Oh what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
White fingers tangled in my natural hair
Chemicals burned me, but I was brave I didn't care
Tried to teach me knowledge, but I saw to the truth
When you showed me judgement corrupting my youth
What am I to you?
Tell me, what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
Catcalling as I walk down the street
Brasília Nation has a place for me
Cause "Americana" doesn't seem to fit
Lost all my identification
America you buried it, you buried it, you buried it
Oh, what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
Tell me, what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
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6. |
Strange Fruit
04:11
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Naomi Westwater Brockton, Massachusetts
Naomi Westwater (they/them) is a multimedia artist from Massachusetts. Their work combines music and music production with creative writing, visual art, intuition, and spirituality.
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