From the recording BalconyEP
Drums by Geoffrey Smith
Guitar by Kylie Fox
Lyrics
At a Muskox horn jewelry making class
a man with a Tribe Called Red hoodie said
Storms in the North mean something ain't right
He was born, raised and stayed in Yellowknife
Certified to write with no work in the East
I moved to the North West Territories
The town was brown and it thundered for a week
and the ravens are mocking me
The ravens are mocking me, the ravens are mocking me
They won't stop watching me
The ravens are mocking me
Paid to observe the people of this place
Who was I to speak on community
domestic disputes and beggars on the streets
The sun don't set and the people don't sleep
The beggars and the bruises and the diggers of the dirt
we are obligated to stay isolated here
we don't seem strong and we damn well aren't free
and the ravens are mocking me
The ravens are mocking me, the ravens are mocking me
They won't stop and answer me
The ravens are mocking me
Lonely and drunk around my kitchen table
no lover no family no friends just coyotes
I resent the North cuz I resent myself
I love my country but would die to be anywhere else
Invited to dance around a fire beneath the stars I became rain
I could fill this great expanse with this stranger's hand
and the drum's pain
When a man with a feather dress approached
He spoke of purpose and he spoke of being free
and he looked like a raven to me
The ravens they stomp their feet
the ravens they stomp their feet
Oh fame, oh fortune, oh a twenty-sheet
The ravens they stomp their feet they stomp their feet
they stomp their feet.