Peter Gabriel – 02. San Jacinto scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 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 men 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 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