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A MYTHICAL COUNTRY
January 4th, 2010 — 6:25pm

bravitzlana rubakalva
is a country i made for us
bravitzlana rubakalva, our very own country

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

glacier

Glacier, 2008

 

thehybridHybrid, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in bravitzlana rubakalva
we will build cabins
of redwood heart and old animal eyes
floors and walls of crystal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

explosionAnd the Plains Opened Up Before Us, 2009

 

pronghorn

Pronghorn, 2005

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and we will sing around the fiery treestumps
we will play the woods
and in bravitzlana rubakalva
our grey hair, it will not burn
no, no, our grey hair
it will not burn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

meadowlarkMeadowlark, 2009

 

religion(la-paz)Religion (La Paz), 2007

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and we will, and we will
and we will drop our lanterns in the darkness
we will dance all bright and fire
and we will drop our lanterns in the darkness
we will dance all bright and fire
and we will waltz with them red flickers
red, orange, red, one, two
one, two, three, one, two, three..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

whistle

untitled, 2004

 

moraineMoraine, 2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bravitzlana rubakalva, our very own country
bravitzlana rubakalva
oh, there, we have see-through bellies
where we can, where we can
where we can watch all the miracles happening
and we can watch our organs clapping
and we can, and we can
and we can watch our bread dissolving
and we can watch our cells dividing
and we can see our babies floating
and we can watch them form from nothing
sit back and just watch them form from nothing
we can, and we can, and we can, and we can, and we can, and we can
and we can, and we can, we can watch our blood a-rushing
rushing past the walls of our canyons
and we can watch each other’s muscles dancing
as we lay in each other’s arms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

horseHorse, 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


’cause in bravitzlana rubakalva
our arms ain’t attached to bodies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INK ON PAPER BY GEORGE BOORUJY.

 

LYRICS FROM “BRAVITZLANA RUBAKALVA” BY MARIEE SIOUX,

FROM THE ALBUM FACES IN THE ROCKS.

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