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San Jacinto (Live in London, 2011)

Peter Gabriel

Thick cloud steam rising hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me buffalo robe sage in bundle run on skin
Outside cold air stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint eagle feathers coyote calling it has begun
Something moving in I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying slow letting go of life

Medicine man lead me up though town Indian ground
So far down
Cut up land each house a pool kids wearing water
Wings drink in cool
Follow dry river bed watch Scout and Guides make
Pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo's disco Sit 'n' Bull steakhouse white man dream
A rattle in the old man's sack look at mountain top
Keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow white wind blow

I hold the line the line of strength
That pulls me through the fear
San Jacinto I hold the line
San Jacinto the poison bite and darkness take my sight
I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek think I'm losing
It getting weaker
I hold the line I hold the line
San Jacinto yellow eagle flies down from the sun
From the sun

We will walk on the land
We will breathe of the air
We will drink from the stream
We will live hold the line

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