[00:23.809]As if you know the story of Wallowa Lake:[00:31.413]Leviathan first hid in the deep where her children sleep[00:39.367]She kept them hidden from the plague[00:45.614]But have you heard the story of my mother’s fate?[00:53.378]She left us in Detroit in the rain with a pillow case[01:01.725]Fortune for the paper weight[01:08.154]We followed her to Joseph, near the Indian raid[01:15.359]She wept among the weeds hide and seek for the fallen chief[01:24.148]Spathiphyllum on his grave[01:29.143]And like the cedar wax wing, she was drunk all day[01:37.527]We put her in the sheet, little wreath, candles on the crate[01:46.461]As the monster showed its face[01:53.030]As she waits for her children in the shade[02:00.508]Demogorgon or demigod the ghost parade[02:07.361]No oblation will bring her back to our place[02:16.875]She stayed within the deep end of Wallowa Lake[02:51.553]The undertow refrained with the flame of a feathered snake[03:00.018]Charybdis in its shallow grave[03:06.188]She gave us one last feature: the fullness of her face[03:13.736]In the shade of “Hin-mah-too-yah…” (Red Napoleon)[03:23.744]As the demon took her place[03:28.936]As we wait for the waters to reside[03:36.341]Her remarkable stoicism and her pride[03:43.577]When the dragon submerged we knew she had died[03:51.799]<-instrumental->