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This is a new collab with rschletty. It is something different. We hope you like it and appreciate your feedback.
This is a new collab with rschletty. It is something different. We hope you like it and appreciate your feedback.
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Saving Great Turtle
Rest, little child, as yet undefiled.
I'll sing you a story, an old allegory.
This big world so fertile rests on a fat turtle.
It suffers the weight of greed, lust and hate.
The sky has a black eye from smokestacks and wheels.
Hear the cry of the loons and the barking of seals.
When the forests are felled, the oceans will eat the hills.
Wake, all you reapers, you takers and keepers.
Let us be one with the ones who have none.
A new generation must fix degradation.
All treasures to share with nurturing care.
Who will awaken? Who is not shaken
by caps that are shrinking, by heads that aren't thinking?
When substance is lost, we all will pay the cost.
In the Sky above the Water there lived the Ancient One and his people. A Great Tree bearing flowers and fruits nourished them. One night, the wife of the Ancient One dreamed that the Great Tree was uprooted. To fulfill such a powerful prophecy, the Great One and his warriors pulled with all their might and lifted up the Great Tree, leaving a big black hole. Many creatures tried and failed to reach down and pull up Earth from the bottom of the hole. Finally, muskrat succeeded, clutching Earth in her right paw. Great Turtle said, "Put Earth on my back." The tiny bit of Earth grew on Great Turtle's back until it became the whole wide World.*
Now into the black night the tortoise might drop.
Will you help the Great Turtle keep our garden on top?
Will you see wisdom etched on the back of his shell?
Oh, Little One, will you help?
* Narrative adapted from creation story of the Onandaga Indians of the northeastern woodlands of North America
Music ©2006 Hendrik Steiner and Karl Anselm
Lyrics ©2006 Richard C. Schletty
Rest, little child, as yet undefiled.
I'll sing you a story, an old allegory.
This big world so fertile rests on a fat turtle.
It suffers the weight of greed, lust and hate.
The sky has a black eye from smokestacks and wheels.
Hear the cry of the loons and the barking of seals.
When the forests are felled, the oceans will eat the hills.
Wake, all you reapers, you takers and keepers.
Let us be one with the ones who have none.
A new generation must fix degradation.
All treasures to share with nurturing care.
Who will awaken? Who is not shaken
by caps that are shrinking, by heads that aren't thinking?
When substance is lost, we all will pay the cost.
In the Sky above the Water there lived the Ancient One and his people. A Great Tree bearing flowers and fruits nourished them. One night, the wife of the Ancient One dreamed that the Great Tree was uprooted. To fulfill such a powerful prophecy, the Great One and his warriors pulled with all their might and lifted up the Great Tree, leaving a big black hole. Many creatures tried and failed to reach down and pull up Earth from the bottom of the hole. Finally, muskrat succeeded, clutching Earth in her right paw. Great Turtle said, "Put Earth on my back." The tiny bit of Earth grew on Great Turtle's back until it became the whole wide World.*
Now into the black night the tortoise might drop.
Will you help the Great Turtle keep our garden on top?
Will you see wisdom etched on the back of his shell?
Oh, Little One, will you help?
* Narrative adapted from creation story of the Onandaga Indians of the northeastern woodlands of North America
Music ©2006 Hendrik Steiner and Karl Anselm
Lyrics ©2006 Richard C. Schletty
I had no idea where this was going when I started scratching phrases
on paper while spinning Karl and Hendrik's beautiful soundtrack.
Except that Norman Miller (digitalnirvana9) had been giving me
reasons to be concerned about the environment. I combined those
environmental concerns with my own world morality concerns and
decided to deliver this as a "protest lullaby" to my unborn grandchild. I
hope it works for you listeners. The Onandaga creation story was a
random find while googling the Internet for stuff about our planet.
Thanks, Norman, for this song. You made me do it (in a good sense)!