Biography:
Nahko “Bear” Parayn on the tip, is Oregon native Nahkohe Parayno. A sixth generation Apache/Mohawk this medicinal troubadour (his Cheyenne name given to him by his grandmother) didn’t grow up on his native land, with his Puerto Rican/Indian mother, or Filipino father.
Born, raised, and blessed in the suburbs by his adopted family, Nahko found roots in music and throughout his teens taught piano lessons and directed musical productions for local high schools.
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Manifiesto
C
Well this is real talk
C7
This is not on start
Fmaj7 G
It is looped now tongue and mind
Played off the sidewalk
Straight to your boombox
How it travels from ear to memory
Well this is medicine
And there is message within
And each will find it within their own time
Well this is music
This is how I use it
It makes you move and move the movement
This is how I focus
Knowing it's not hopeless
But it sure starts with me and ends on a whole note
Musical medicine
This is my healing
For past and present future things to come
I see people stressing
Over space and possessions
Out of fear and need for visual aids of our abundance
Give me examples
Or something tangible
Something I can get my hands on and find real meaning
Where is the medicine
That I've been searching
And I suppose each will find their own kind
Well everything is at stake
It makes it hard to concentrate,
And there are men who see war and see a paycheck
Such a different programming
To live so fearfully
Terror this and terror that terrible reality
There is no medicine
On the television
So turn it off and turn yourself around
And let's just face it
The world is fucking racist
Even the most peaceful of us get caught in the trend
To live cohesively
Almost is a fantasy
And we ought to know it starts with humbling our egos
What is the medicine
For cultural wounding
Has its moments, has its melody, has its times
Well I was listening
To the outgoing seasons
About climate change and some other reason
When the sky opened
Like I've been hoping
And there came horses by the thousands
And there was thunder on their tongues
And lightning on their minds
And they were singing this old melody from some other time
(3x)
Fmaj7 G C Am
They sang
Don't waste your hate,
Rather gather and create
Fmaj7 G C
Be of service
Be a sensible person
Use your words and don't be nervous
You can do this
You've got purpose
Find your medicine and use it
@kmurav
C
Well this is real talk
C7
This is not on start
Fmaj7 G
It is looped now tongue and mind
Played off the sidewalk
Straight to your boombox
How it travels from ear to memory
Well this is medicine
And there is message within
And each will find it within their own time
Well this is music
This is how I use it
It makes you move and move the movement
This is how I focus
Knowing it's not hopeless
But it sure starts with me and ends on a whole note
Musical medicine
This is my healing
For past and present future things to come
I see people stressing
Over space and possessions
Out of fear and need for visual aids of our abundance
Give me examples
Or something tangible
Something I can get my hands on and find real meaning
Where is the medicine
That I've been searching
And I suppose each will find their own kind
Well everything is at stake
It makes it hard to concentrate,
And there are men who see war and see a paycheck
Such a different programming
To live so fearfully
Terror this and terror that terrible reality
There is no medicine
On the television
So turn it off and turn yourself around
And let's just face it
The world is fucking racist
Even the most peaceful of us get caught in the trend
To live cohesively
Almost is a fantasy
And we ought to know it starts with humbling our egos
What is the medicine
For cultural wounding
Has its moments, has its melody, has its times
Well I was listening
To the outgoing seasons
About climate change and some other reason
When the sky opened
Like I've been hoping
And there came horses by the thousands
And there was thunder on their tongues
And lightning on their minds
And they were singing this old melody from some other time
(3x)
Fmaj7 G C Am
They sang
Don't waste your hate,
Rather gather and create
Fmaj7 G C
Be of service
Be a sensible person
Use your words and don't be nervous
You can do this
You've got purpose
Find your medicine and use it
@kmurav
Nakuna Hara-chan (...)
NÄm
Nam Cu?ng
Namco
Namika