Thunder Feather and Bumblebee

Cinematic, atmospheric, ethereal, Canadian indigenous alternative rock, 90s post-grunge, heavy distorted electric guitar power chords, raw northern powwow drum fury, heartbeat rhythm kick, aggressive native warrior chant, crackling lightning percussion, tape saturation grit, deep low-end toms, front center dry female rock vocals, cathartic wall of sound chorus, bittersweet rock resolve, international hit

Look at my hands.On my left wrist, I carry Love.On my right wrist, I carry Light.For generations, this medicine has survived the currents of the shifting river,Flowing uninterrupted straight through the veins of the Anishinaabe.I am Mashkikikwe... the Medicine Woman.The broad, unyielding sky.I brought forth my firstborn, my anchor, Aamoo... the Bumblebee.And I brought forth the tempest, my daughter, Animikii-Miigwan... Thunder Feather.When the invisible current takes hold of me and channels the fire through these hands...The grand protector Migizi breaks through the veil.An eagle, resting on a little boy's finger, tracing the raw, electric truth of the spirit world.We are not forgotten. The ancestors are breathing right here.The atmosphere fractures, the pressure declines,Nimaamaa is standing on ancestral lines.With a cosmic current vibrating my spine,We cast out the shadows, the dark is confined.Zaagi’idiwin pulling the blood through my left,Waaseyaa igniting my right from the depth.These permanent scars are a text from the past,A blueprint of fire designed to outlast.Down the ancient white waters where voyageurs rowed,The rapids of Bawating still carry the code.I am the sanctuary, the cloud, and the spark,A heartbeat of medicine dividing the dark.Aaniin, aaniin! Hear the wind start to rise!Giizhigookwe watching the storm in your eyes!From the sky to the soil, our kingdom is free,The Thunder Feather and the Bumblebee!Animikii-Miigwan soaring above,While little Aamoo is carving out love!Retreat to the center, decipher the breeze,The holy protector is moving the trees.Migizi descends with a quiet command,Laying the weight of the truth in your hand.Debwewin’s the weapon, the cure, and the shield,As the voice of the mother reclaims the whole field.The Thunder Feather is a covenant sworn,The eye of the hurricane before you were born.It coaxes the rain from the dry, broken floor,Unlocking the hinge of the ancestral door.Conduits of lightning, the flesh and the bone,We are passing the spirit down into our own.Can you feel the convergence when spirits awake?A tectonic tremor that the mountains can't take.I lift up the copper shield forged in the frost,Retrieving the languages they claimed we had lost.Through the tips of my fingers, the medicine screams,Flooding the valleys and waking the dreams!Aaniin, aaniin! Hear the wind start to rise!Giizhigookwe watching the storm in your eyes!From the sky to the soil, our kingdom is free,The Thunder Feather and the Bumblebee!Animikii-Miigwan soaring above,While little Aamoo is carving out love!Feel the feathers tickle your skin,That’s where the cosmic dimensions begin!Love on the left side, light on the right,The great golden eagle ascends into flight!He’s breaking the chains and he’s shattering walls,The mother’s asylum will shelter you all!The tempest is violent! The rapids are wild!The ancestors scream for the soul of the child!The bee holds the sweetness, the feather the blade,Reclaiming the kingdom that they tried to degrade!We conquer the shadow! We rupture the floor!We are the truth forevermore! Way-ya, hey-ya, WAY-YA!Mashkikikwe holds you tight,Under the canopy, deep in the night.Gizaagi’in, my beautiful birds,Gizaagi’in, remember these words.Sleep now... fly high... be true...The sky has its eyes on you.

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