Lirik Lagu Walk Like Thunder - Kimya Dawson
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I have this new tattoo of which the story must be toldAbout the night I almost overdosed ten years agoI woke up in the hospital with skin clammy and coldAnd tubes in my urethra, down my throat, and up my noseMy friends and the doctors were all shocked I wasn’t deadThat’s when Katrina looked at me and this is what she said
Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
So I walked to the rebel spot, I walked all over uptownI walked right side up and I walked upside downI walked to Chetzemoka with my eyes fixed on the ground yeahWe walked all over Chetze Beach and kept the rocks we foundThen I walked back to my parents’ house, I walked back to my old bed yeahI walked back and I walked fast past all the voices in my headI walked with the sweats and I walked with the chillsI walked in New York City and I walked in Bedford HillsI walked into open mic nights and I walked into the roomsI walked feeling optimistic and I walked feeling doomedI walked with some mama’s boys and I walked with some punksI walked dressed up like a rabbit, I walked dressed up like a skunkI walked with some givers and I walked with some leechesI walked all by myself and I walked with the Moldy PeachesI walked all over the world so I could sing my songs to youAnd to your most desperate emails I said, “This is what I do.”
I Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
But at some point I got so comfortableThat I didn’t even realise that I’d started to crawlThat my old friend Ammi died at 37 of a heart attackAnd I cracked cause people my age are not supposed to die like thatNo no no no people my age are not supposed to die like thatHe was the old manager of the sidewalk caféThat place was a second home to me, it’s where I learned to playAnd his personality really helped create a spaceWhere a bunch of honest misfits could all gather and feel safeHe was a cynic, a supporter, he was crazy, he was queerHe’d either yell out, “Cut the bullshit” or he’d say, “I’m glad you’re here.”And it was always such an honour to have Ammi on my sideThat’s why it hit me like a Mack truck when I found out that he diedYeah, it hit me like a Mack trucks when I found that he diedThen enter Alex, 33 years old and so sick with the cancerAnd trapped inside a body that betrayed his real genderWe all hoped and prayed that he would go into remissionAt least long enough, just long enough to comeplete his transitionHe said, “Kimya, did you know Eleventeen’s my favourite song?”I said, “Then get your ass on stage right now and you can sing along.”That’s the very first song I ever wrote all by myselfIt’s about angels and recovery and friends and hope and healthBy the time we finished singing he was pissed off, he was scaredHe said, “I lost my home, my lover, my insurance, and my hair.And now I’m about to lose you too, my new friend.”I looked into those big blue eyes and said we’ll meet againYeah I looked into his sad blue eyes and said we’ll meet againThen I got the phone call from Alyssa and she told me he was dyingBy the time I got to his bedside we were both already flyingWe held hands and we sang songs, tried to be strong floated aroundWhile I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him downYeah I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him downBut at the same time I was taking my own body for grantedFirst I lost sight of my feet then they became unplantedAnd I never felt so stupid or so selfish or so sad yeahI body had been good to me and I treated it so bad yeahMy body had been good to me and I treated it so badThen he said, “Mama, I don’t want my friends to watch me die.”So I kissed his cheek, made him a shirt, and then I said goodbyeAnd they cremated him in the shirt that I drewOf the two of us that said they’re flying over you tooNow the silver pink ponies have my homie in their crewSo I tightened up my laces and knew what I had to do
I started walking again, I started walking againI miss my friendsI started walking again, I started walking againI miss my friends
Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
[?] creeps as a habit predisposedTo systematically clinging together in the coldKnow the measure of a pack, it’s not a question of the wholeThe individuals that bottleneck into the foldOn a March blank Sabbath, news from the ministry of make-believe that reach a tarmac in MinneapolisMiddle see, yesterday the cells inside his chest were growing baby teethToday a raven radiated vacancyWait, two years ago a friend of mine called me to redefine all enemy-kindI’m at the hospital at twenty-four and no one knew the futureI’ll take it everybody knows the futureAntibodies hatching in a helaback with no room to maneuverLike disappearing pills into the masticated fuchsiaI asked you how you feeling, you told me like a robotI gave you a Nintendo, you gave yourself a mohawkYou let us will you down beneath the leaning tower of flow chartsTo be around your beats without a beeping sound of BogartAnd speak about whatever people speak aboutWhen nobody’s acknowledging the obvious disease about the crowbarIn deep plane slope, comatose of baggageFrom King of Hearts to carrying for jackalsAnd never got to sing us all his own swan song rightCoincidentally the rebel in me warped like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
So I walked to the rebel spot, I walked all over uptownI walked right side up and I walked upside downI walked to Chetzemoka with my eyes fixed on the ground yeahWe walked all over Chetze Beach and kept the rocks we foundThen I walked back to my parents’ house, I walked back to my old bed yeahI walked back and I walked fast past all the voices in my headI walked with the sweats and I walked with the chillsI walked in New York City and I walked in Bedford HillsI walked into open mic nights and I walked into the roomsI walked feeling optimistic and I walked feeling doomedI walked with some mama’s boys and I walked with some punksI walked dressed up like a rabbit, I walked dressed up like a skunkI walked with some givers and I walked with some leechesI walked all by myself and I walked with the Moldy PeachesI walked all over the world so I could sing my songs to youAnd to your most desperate emails I said, “This is what I do.”
I Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
But at some point I got so comfortableThat I didn’t even realise that I’d started to crawlThat my old friend Ammi died at 37 of a heart attackAnd I cracked cause people my age are not supposed to die like thatNo no no no people my age are not supposed to die like thatHe was the old manager of the sidewalk caféThat place was a second home to me, it’s where I learned to playAnd his personality really helped create a spaceWhere a bunch of honest misfits could all gather and feel safeHe was a cynic, a supporter, he was crazy, he was queerHe’d either yell out, “Cut the bullshit” or he’d say, “I’m glad you’re here.”And it was always such an honour to have Ammi on my sideThat’s why it hit me like a Mack truck when I found out that he diedYeah, it hit me like a Mack trucks when I found that he diedThen enter Alex, 33 years old and so sick with the cancerAnd trapped inside a body that betrayed his real genderWe all hoped and prayed that he would go into remissionAt least long enough, just long enough to comeplete his transitionHe said, “Kimya, did you know Eleventeen’s my favourite song?”I said, “Then get your ass on stage right now and you can sing along.”That’s the very first song I ever wrote all by myselfIt’s about angels and recovery and friends and hope and healthBy the time we finished singing he was pissed off, he was scaredHe said, “I lost my home, my lover, my insurance, and my hair.And now I’m about to lose you too, my new friend.”I looked into those big blue eyes and said we’ll meet againYeah I looked into his sad blue eyes and said we’ll meet againThen I got the phone call from Alyssa and she told me he was dyingBy the time I got to his bedside we were both already flyingWe held hands and we sang songs, tried to be strong floated aroundWhile I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him downYeah I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him downBut at the same time I was taking my own body for grantedFirst I lost sight of my feet then they became unplantedAnd I never felt so stupid or so selfish or so sad yeahI body had been good to me and I treated it so bad yeahMy body had been good to me and I treated it so badThen he said, “Mama, I don’t want my friends to watch me die.”So I kissed his cheek, made him a shirt, and then I said goodbyeAnd they cremated him in the shirt that I drewOf the two of us that said they’re flying over you tooNow the silver pink ponies have my homie in their crewSo I tightened up my laces and knew what I had to do
I started walking again, I started walking againI miss my friendsI started walking again, I started walking againI miss my friends
Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
Walk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunderWalk like thunder
[?] creeps as a habit predisposedTo systematically clinging together in the coldKnow the measure of a pack, it’s not a question of the wholeThe individuals that bottleneck into the foldOn a March blank Sabbath, news from the ministry of make-believe that reach a tarmac in MinneapolisMiddle see, yesterday the cells inside his chest were growing baby teethToday a raven radiated vacancyWait, two years ago a friend of mine called me to redefine all enemy-kindI’m at the hospital at twenty-four and no one knew the futureI’ll take it everybody knows the futureAntibodies hatching in a helaback with no room to maneuverLike disappearing pills into the masticated fuchsiaI asked you how you feeling, you told me like a robotI gave you a Nintendo, you gave yourself a mohawkYou let us will you down beneath the leaning tower of flow chartsTo be around your beats without a beeping sound of BogartAnd speak about whatever people speak aboutWhen nobody’s acknowledging the obvious disease about the crowbarIn deep plane slope, comatose of baggageFrom King of Hearts to carrying for jackalsAnd never got to sing us all his own swan song rightCoincidentally the rebel in me warped like thunder
Walk like thunder
