This is the next song in the possession album. Back in the fall, I recorded a song called, "Grandma's Room," just to refresh your memory. The grandma of the girl who is possessed comes in a dream and warns her about how dire her situation is. In this song, Grandma's spirit has returned and is telling the girl about the importance of staying here with Timmy, Bobby, Father O'Malley, and the bears, instead of following the fire god up to the sun.
The lyrics are:
I want to go upstairs with my old fire god buddyBut I could stay with the bear clan and my thoughts are muddy
I do not know what happened, my brain is shrinking
And that old fire god is inside of my thinking
Then my grandma came here
She said let me be clear
They have fur that is black
And those bears have your back
I feel like me and that fire god are connected
There is a reason I am [the one] he selected
I feel like he thinks I am a special person
But, maybe, in real life, I am just a cursed one
Then my grandma came here
She said let me be clear
They have fur that is black
And those bears have your back
Hang on tight, hang on tight, she said
Hang on tight, hang on tight, she said
Grandma said to hold on tight
Grandma said to hold on tight
My grandmother is here, and she is a seer from the land of dreams
She is clear and she has some fear; she said things are not what they seem
And she said don't go up to the sun cuz you'll burn and you will get fried
Yes, my mind's turning and churning now that I'm learning that I might die
But the fire god makes me feel like I am special, I won't deny
I feel mixed, in the river Styx, I say, “shit” and I start to cry
Grandma says she sympathizes, but I must stay down here
With Father O'Malley and Timmy and Bobby and some beer
Hang on tight, hang on tight, she said
Hang on tight, hang on tight, she said
Grandma said to hold on tight
Grandma said to hold on tight
My grandmother is here, and she is a seer from the land of dreams
She is clear and she has some fear; she said things are not what they seem
And she said don't go up to the sun cuz you'll burn and you will get fried
Yes, my mind's turning and churning now that I'm learning that I might die
But the fire god makes me feel like I am special, I won't deny
I feel mixed, in the river Styx, I say, “shit” and I start to cry
Grandma says she sympathizes, but I must stay down here
With Father O'Malley and Timmy and Bobby and some beer
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