Arcade Fire - Haiti...Throw my ashes into the sea....

Haïti, mon pays,
wounded mother I'll never see.
Ma famille set me free.
Throw my ashes into the sea.

Mes cousins jamais nés
hantent les nuits de Duvalier.
Rien n'arrete nos esprits.
Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see.

In the forest we lie hiding,
unmarked graves where flowers grow.
Hear the soldiers angry yelling,
in the river we will go.

Tous les morts-nés forment une armée,
soon we will reclaim the earth.
All the tears and all the bodies
bring about our second birth.

Haïti, never free,
n'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme.
Tes enfants sont partis,
In those days their blood was still warm

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Talula Love Bottoms has been searching for something...
as she....will probably always be.

It just needs to be good.
She wants it to be good.
She wants it to have reason.
Meaning.
Value - not monetary.
But Genuine...Gritty Value.

A good view from a great window.
Laughter.
Rough Seas on a rainy afternoon.

It is such a great painting.
And the depth....unreal.