(To be chanted aloud to the beat of an Indian Drum)
Circle and the sacred fire
The circle and the sacred fire
Sweat lodge
Sweat lodge
The New Age wants in.
The Artist: “We don’t speak of Zen.”
The Artist: “We don’t speak of Zen.”
The New Age wants in.
Sweat lodge ceremony
Sweat lodge ceremony
No ground fires!
No ground fires!
“Only fires with containerized fuel are allowed.”
“Carry in your own water. It is not advisable to drink
the water in the creeks and streams.”
Sweat lodge
Sweat lodge
The New Age wants in.
The Artist: “We don’t speak of Zen.”
The old poet lives up stairs.
He goes out for walks
To buy food and books.
(The New Age wants in.)
He never shaves any more
But he is clean, clean, clean.
The Artist: “We don’t speak of Zen.”
He gave a talk once
About the sweat lodge ceremony
And the chief walked out.
No water. The circle was wrong.
The staging in the east was wrong.
Anyway, there are no ground fires.
“Only fires with containerized fuel are allowed.”
He cries about the fires.
He cries.
(this sequence to be chanted by a chorus of harmonizing black male singers.)
Carry it right
Carry it right
Carry it right
Carry it right
The New Age Wants in
The New Age Wants in
The New Age Wants in
The New Age Wants in
Carry it right
Left, right
Left, right
Left, right, left
Carry it right
Carry…..It…..Right…..(hold)
--Kerrville Folk Festival, 1993
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