Homeland from Desert Archaic by I Am the Albatross

An ocean flowed
And the I-10 rolled
Through the coral and shoal and the sandstone,
Through the ridges and rifts
And the submarine cliffs,
And in the shallows we swam the Trans-Pecos.

Then the sun, it was hotter
And the hands of the Daughter
Swept over the earth and it bloomed.
And our toes touched the sand,
And as beasts of the land
We clasped hands and we ran
And I knew.

And we drank deep at the sunrise,
And white poppies grew on the mountainside,
And we burned our fires in the valley wide,
And our medicine opened the dreaming eye.

Then the high, high winds
Came rising again
And we circled the I-10
Riding like wild men
'Round the shimmering ghosts
And the glittering bones
Of our boundless home
And I know,
O, I know.

• Gothic-Folk
• Heavy-Americana
• Native American
• Rock
• West Texas
• Western-Psychedelic
• desert rock
• dirty-blues
• folk
• garage
• i-10
• texas
• Austin