Section 35 song (c)

Section 35 song (c)

 I wrote this with AI, i want to try find someone who sings to sing and interpret parts of the chorus to Gitxsan… 

 

(Spoken/Whispered) Section 35... Section 35...  

Indigenous cry

(Verse 1)  

Coffee steaming in a glass tower high  

While the Red Dress hangs against a pale grey sky  

They talk of "healing" in a press release  

Then sunset the funds that could bring us peace  

You see the turquoise, you see the bead  

But you don’t see the roots or the soil we bleed  

To you it’s a culture, a vintage aesthetic  

To us it’s the breath in a lung that’s synthetic.  


(Pre-Chorus)  

Will you color me "warrior"? Will you color me "ghost"?  

While you’re building your dreams on the unceded coast  

The agenda is quiet, the ink is still wet  

A hundred years later, and you still forget.  


(Chorus mixed with traditional Native Language)

Yeah, we call this typical  

Living in a crisis that you made formal  

Glamour for the city, gasoline for the rez  

Counting all the things that the minister says  

They don’t know about us, “Indians” in a fight every day  

Heroes on horseback, but still facing decay  

Yeah, we call this typical—outrageously typical.  


(Verse 2)  

Once we were millions, now only a handful remain,  

Dying without interruption from the weight of the pain.  

"Ordinary people," yeah, that’s what we are,  

But "ordinary" lives don’t leave this kind of scar.  

You’re complacent in the comfort of a stolen view  

While we’re fighting for the water that they say they "own," too.  

They say they’re doing everything, but it’s all smoke and mirrors,  

While we endure the silence, the hatred, and the fears.  


(Bridge)  

(Spoken/Whispered) Section 35... Section 35...  


From the Turtle’s back to the concrete floor  

We aren't the shadows you can ignore anymore  

We’re the heartbeat in the system, the glitch in the code  

The original map on a colonial road,  

Once called savages, now fighting for rights,  

Our stories are etched in the darkest of nights.  


((Chorus mixed with traditional Native Language)

Yeah, we call this typical  

Living in a crisis that you made formal  

Glamour for the city, gasoline for the rez  

Counting all the things that the minister says  

They don’t know about us, “Indians” in a fight every day  

Heroes on horseback, but still facing decay  

Yeah, we call this typical—outrageously typical.  


(Outro)  

Not bulletproof, just still here  

Through the silence and the engineered fear  

It’s normal for us...  

But it shouldn't be for you.


(Additional Verse)  

They see us in dreams, with feathers and bows,  

The noble savage myth, but it’s not how it goes.  

Colonized minds still pushing us down,  

While we rise with laughter, wearing strength like a crown.  

Through the shadows of hate and the depths of despair,  

We’re warriors of spirit, with humor to share.  

So raise up your voices, let the world understand,  

That our stories are timeless, we still take a stand.  


Indigenous cry fade out

(Spoken/Whispered) Section 35... Section 35...  

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