Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk Like Thunder, artist - Kimya Dawson. Album song Thunder Thighs, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 17.10.2011
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Walk Like Thunder |
I have this new tattoo of which the story must be told |
About the night I almost overdosed ten years ago |
I woke up in the hospital with skin clammy and cold |
And tubes in my urethra, down my throat, and up my nose |
My friends and the doctors were all shocked I wasn’t dead |
That’s when Katrina looked at me and this is what she said |
Walk like thunder |
Walk like thunder |
Walk like thunder |
Walk like thunder |
So I walked to the rebel spot, I walked all over uptown |
I walked right side up and I walked upside down |
I walked to Chetzemoka with my eyes fixed on the ground yeah |
We walked all over Chetze Beach and kept the rocks we found |
Then I walked back to my parents' house, I walked back to my old bed yeah |
I walked back and I walked fast past all the voices in my head |
I walked with the sweats and I walked with the chills |
I walked in New York City and I walked in Bedford Hills |
I walked into open mic nights and I walked into the rooms |
I walked feeling optimistic and I walked feeling doomed |
I walked with some mama’s boys and I walked with some punks |
I walked dressed up like a rabbit, I walked dressed up like a skunk |
I walked with some givers and I walked with some leeches |
I walked all by myself and I walked with the Moldy Peaches |
I walked all over the world so I could sing my songs to you |
And to your most desperate emails I said, «This is what I do.» |
I Walk like thunder |
Walk like thunder |
Walk like thunder |
Walk like thunder |
But at some point I got so comfortable |
That I didn’t even realize that I’d started to crawl |
That my old friend Ammi died at 37 of a heart attack |
And I cracked cause people my age are not supposed to die like that |
No no no no people my age are not supposed to die like that |
He was the old manager of the sidewalk café |
That place was a second home to me, it’s where I learned to play |
And his personality really helped create a space |
Where a bunch of honest misfits could all gather and feel safe |
He was a cynic, a supporter, he was crazy, he was queer |
He’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 side |
That’s why it hit me like a Mack truck when I found out that he died |
Yeah, it hit me like a Mack trucks when I found that he died |
Then enter Alex, 33 years old and so sick with the cancer |
And trapped inside a body that betrayed his real gender |
We all hoped and prayed that he would go into remission |
At least long enough, just long enough to complete his transition |
He 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 myself |
It’s about angels and recovery and friends and hope and health |
By the time we finished singing he was pissed off, he was scared |
He 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 again |
Yeah I looked into his sad blue eyes and said we’ll meet again |
Then I got the phone call from Alyssa and she told me he was dying |
By the time I got to his bedside we were both already flying |
We held hands and we sang songs, tried to be strong floated around |
While I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down |
Yeah I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down |
But at the same time I was taking my own body for granted |
First I lost sight of my feet then they became unplanted |
And I never felt so stupid or so selfish or so sad yeah |
I body had been good to me and I treated it so bad yeah |
My body had been good to me and I treated it so bad |
Then 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 goodbye |
And they cremated him in the shirt that I drew |
Of the two of us that said they’re flying over you too |
Now the silver pink ponies have my homie in their crew |
So I tightened up my laces and knew what I had to do |
I started walking again, I started walking again |
I miss my friends |
I started walking again, I started walking again |
I miss my friends |
Walk like thunder |
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Walk like thunder |
Walk like thunder |
Even creeps as a habit predisposed |
To systematically clinging together in the cold |
Know the measure of a pack, it’s not a question of the whole |
The individuals that bottleneck into the fold |
On a March black Sabbath, news from the ministry of make-believe that reach a |
tarmac in Minneapolis |
Middle C, yesterday the cells inside his chest were growing baby teeth |
Today a raven radiated vacancy |
Wait, two years ago a friend of mine called me to redefine all enemy-kind |
I’m at the hospital at twenty-four and no one knew the future |
I’ll take it everybody knows the future |
Antibodies hatching in a helaback with no room to maneuver |
Like disappearing pills into the masticated fuchsia |
I asked you how you feeling, you told me like a robot |
I gave you a Nintendo, you gave yourself a Mohawk |
You let us wheel you down beneath the leaning tower of flow charts |
To be around your beats without a beeping sound of Bogart |
And speak about whatever people speak about |
When nobody’s acknowledging the obvious disease about to crowbar in |
Deplane slow, comatose of baggage |
From King of Hearts to carrying for jackals |
And never got to sing us all his own swan song right |
Coincidentally the rebel in me warped like thunder |
Walk like thunder |