Northern Lights from Bastard Americana by Traveling Broke and Out of Gas

It was 17 the week she decided to creep,
out of locked doors and capture the jeep,
through stoplights and wetlands they call Island Lake,
North into the Winter towards her fortune and fate,
singin 'Oh mama, shed no tear for me!"
Through bogs and fog, through white pine and oak,
pull the truth in backwards and bury it in smoke,
let out your breath now you can see Shangri la,
as the makes the morning,, zigzagin through the bluffs,
oh mama shed no tear for me
it was 13 moons another ritual gone,
in a skeletal room, burnin candles til dawn,
staring at apostles through iced melted sand
with red cliffs and night ships workin on a plan,
now its a decade away from the source of the pain,
how many more till it all goes away,
gonna cut the waves to cross the bay,
baptize my torture lost in the lakes
oh mama shed no tear for me!
She was 14 and noble, goin on dead
a red threaded scarf, a hat, a bag, and a sled
she knew the mystery perfect and bright
but survivins not jivin ive gotta vibe where I thrive
at first thought she was taught to adjust to mistrust
but I'm never gonna make it with these angels in my guts
let out your voice you can hear that ancient call
your beauty is giant theres no need to play small
oh mama shed no tear for me!
too many suns to count, with the sawbills and swans
an ocean of blisters, married with the swamps
better soak it in cus the prairies on its way
with its terrible wind and a desert full of graves
but your young, your strong, divine, you hold the signs
the secrets of your dreams that you paint with your eyes
careful to love, so you leap in the flames,
and out of the ashes you arise a wolf again.

• Alt-Folk
• Americana
• Folk
• alt-country
• indie rock
• rockabilly
• Lafayette