Feathered Breeze

[Intro] [echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]
Soft colors wake the room, a feathered breeze in motion

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Beads click in time with the wind, a pulse across the ocean

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

[Verse]

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

She moves like a story drawn in light and thread

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Long dark hair tracing shadows on her shoulder blade

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Fringes sway, a thousand little bells awake

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Bracelets hum in chorus with every breath she takes

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Color runs in ribbons, red and blue and white

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Dancing with the painting, turning blue into night

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Her steps sketch rivers on a canvas of air

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

A necklace catches daylight, a quiet, steady flare

[Chorus] [echoed (Heh, eh, chwunk-neh, Yah-hey-uh, Nah-hoh)]
Move with the quiet thunder in her spine
Let the beads and ribbons spin the line
In every turn, the room remembers her
She is the rhythm, she is the spur

 [echoed (Heh, eh, chwunk-neh, Yah-hey-uh, Nah-hoh)]

[Verse]

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Arms stretch wide, a horizon carved in skin

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

The dress tells a map of stories traveling within

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Feather in the hair, a promise of the sky

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

She dances past the frame where colors lie

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

The backdrop sighs in soft, pale blues

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Abstract clouds curling as she finds her fuse

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Her eyes are listening to the distant drum

[echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

Her heartbeat clicking like a pulse of some ancient sun

[Chorus]  [echoed (Heh, eh, chwunk-neh, Yah-hey-uh, Nah-hoh)]
Move with the quiet thunder in her spine
Let the beads and ribbons spin the line
In every turn, the room remembers her
She is the rhythm, she is the spur

 
[Bridge]
A whisper of wind through woven light
She glides between shadows and glow of bright
The fringe becomes a brush of living tone
Painting the space she calls her own

[Chorus]
Move with the quiet thunder in her spine
Let the beads and ribbons spin the line
In every turn, the room remembers her
She is the rhythm, she is the spur

[Outro]
And when the color sighs back to day [echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]
She holds the moment, then lets it stay [echoed (hey,  ya,  ya,  weh, weh, ya, ya, hey, weh)]

vocal-centric, deeply spiritual, communal expressions, combined rhythmic chanting with drums and rattles