Dornstrife, Von Saskatoon

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This is another one of those songs I got from a dream; it's the next song in the Timmy and Bobby series. In this song, they're considering going to a sweat lodge because they want to get advice from spirits about how to help me out with my poopy health problems. See, they've been in communication with these spirits named Dornstrife and Von Saskatoon, and they think maybe going to a sweat lodge will improve their communications with them. Timmy and Bobby are all conflicted because they wonder if Dornstrife and Von Saskatoon can help them out, or if they're trickster figures that might fuck them over if they trust them with their advice.

All the while, the woman running the sweat lodge, well, she seems to be over-promising things. See, it's not a traditional seat lodge, run by native folks; it's a sweat lodge run by a white woman, riffing on native practices. There's lots of controversy surrounding white (or otherwise non-indigenous) folks running sweat lodges. I ain't gonna go into the politics of it or express my opinion about it - I'll leave that for another time. I'll just say, Timmy and Bobby are aware of the controversy surrounding sweat lodges run by non-indigenous folks, and that's makin' them all conflicted about attending, in addition to the fact that they're not sure if they can trust the spirits that show up there.

The lyrics are:

Timmy and Bobby say it’s true

They’ve never bothered me or you

Who are these people in their minds?

They are not evil or unkind

Dornstrife, Von Saskatoon

Operator of the sweating, setting lodge

She sez later we’ll be letting in the gods

But Timmy and Bobby are on guard

But there’s no stopping when it’s Heaven’s bard

Operator listening on a red phone

For the copper pay dirt, glistening when we get stoned

It’s the spirits that are giving us golden rules of truth

Fifty karats worth of good advice sold in baking booths

Timmy and Bobby are the man

Listening to spirits of the land

What is this Heaven that is trees?

Sinking blind seven honey bees

Dornstrife, Von Saskatoon

Operator of the thing that is a phone

Now or later selling things that look like home

Listening to spirits that are on parade

Dunno if it’s real, but she says it’s her trade

Operator of the sweating setting lodge

She sez later she’ll be letting in the gods

But Timmy and Bobby say that they are on guard

It is a start, but is it Heaven’s bard?

Operator listening on a red phone

For the copper pay dirt, glistening when we get stoned

It’s the spirits that are giving us golden rules of truth

Fifty karats worth of good advice sold in baking booths

Dornstrife and Von Saskatoon

Are spirits that say there is room

Inside the sweat lodge, be there soon

They say it’s like a living room

Dornstrife, Von Saskatoon