Six Red Cannas - Jenny Hval, Vivian Wang, Felicia Atkinson

Red cannas in the sky

Red cannas in the sky

I didn’t think about it at the time

I didn’t think about it at the time

But in the desert

I think I was trying to write to Georgia O’Keeffe

Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia

Like Joni Mitchell writes to Amelia Earhart

When she is driving, driving, driving in the desert

As if a song can communicate

With the spirits or awaken the dead

I mean, isn’t that what it’s for?

I mean, isn’t that what it’s for?

I mean, isn’t that what it’s for?

Awaken the dead

I was but wasn’t quite writing

«I spotted six red cannas»

As I was driving towards Ghost Ranch

In the north of New Mexico

New, New, New, New, New, New, New Mexico

New, New, New, New, New, New, New Mexico

But I was seeing them

Red cannas in the sky

Red cannas in the sky

As they were tearing up the heavens

Opening the zipper

To let loose all kinds of spirits, of spirits, of spirits

And you know, there used to be an ocean here

We used to be all under water

We used to be all under water

Clovis points

We used to be all under water

The Niobraran Sea

We used to be all under water

The ocean

We used to be all under water

The ocean

We used to be all under water

The ocean, in the ocean

We used to be all under water

The ocean, the ocean

We used to be all under water