Tanya Tagaq - Black Boot — Lyrics

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[Spoken] My womb is impregnated with mourning The past and I conceiving Heaving Birthing sorrow Intangible currencies Misplaced kitchen knives My sliced honour carries A flag covered with bright colours Steep cliffs Want me to pretend to have feathers Hang your black hair over me Not under (Not under, not under, not under, not under) March your black boots over me Not under (Not under, not under, not under, not under) Blinking sawdust, loud dry labour I smell falsehood I open my palms to reveal An alley of sled dogs Eating lies (Eating lies, eating lies, eating lies, eating lies) I press my mouth to the ground And join them
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