rural philosopher

Ever Truth Robinson

Writer of Song and Story

Overly Passionate

Believer of the Creator

Devout to the Light 🌟

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

What if we called an armistice
God said stop fighting
Lay down your weapons on the field
Go home get to writing
Write down all the ways
That the war bends and sways
A man's mind
Makes it hard to find
A little peace
Maybe a treatise
Will make em kind
Make em mind

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

In every dream I've had
I'm trying to get home

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Dear God Dear God
We're praying for peace
You can pray right there
No need for your knees
If we start right now
We might catch the breeze
Send our love
Over the 7 seas

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Another born rich man
Breaks his own heart
Expecting us to clap
While the kids in my town
They've seen a kind of war
Dodging every trap
Can do it with no map

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Her name is Ever Truth Muscatatuck
Didn't mean to be the earth's daughter
It's just that I took my first breath
Along the winding water
Got the healers touch
Sometimes I too much
But baby you're not enough

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

That mans gonna get
Bedrocked to Bedford
Turned to stone
I can't be your Stepford
Wife I got my own
Land to take care of
Already got a throne
Don't care if I inherit
The square mile Robinson zone
It's in my bone
First breathe on lime
Don't need a phone
To tell me the time

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Sorry for being such a charmer
I guess call me Idgie Threadgoode
My grandfather always kept bees
On the land we have the biggest redwood

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

My energy comes
From the land and from running
Being born on the farm
When the sun was stunning
It was shining down
Felt all over town

It was August when I became a sister
Born to the owner
And my god that mister
He was coming down
Felt all over town

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Have you seen the American countryside
We got sun
We got soil
We got men who died
We got blood
We got oil
And the women they cried
I bet they're still crying

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

I was out there planting trees
On the hill
Dad was yelling

Dig those holes deep
Read the will
Cause we're never selling

(I was 7)

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

He was holding a Colt
Baby cold metal
Across walks a black cat
Says he likes his land level

Then he starts quoting
Bob Dylan
In another life
I wouldn't be my kids villain

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Pune India December 2016. Taken by me duh.

Ghandi was just a man
Those doors were carved by hand
God IS Everywhere

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Muse tier:
Dad (landowning hilarious dick)
Mom (Hollywood born Midwest wasp)
Land (ancestral)
Birth river (winding waters)
Siblings (the coolest, the coldest)
Hometown (burnin in Vernon)
Ancestral soldiers (literally they were soldiers)

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Pink sunrise
Call Jakob Dylan
I had the broken heart disease
Oh baby that's a bad feeling
I went and gave it to the trees
They took it well
Transmute it into power
I can tell
You couldn't be me for an hour

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Floods floods
Everywhere
The townsfolk said
"But there's a house there!"
Oh baby baby
Mother Earth don't care
She's above a dare
Lays out the truth
You feel it in the air

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Blue Jays in December
Baby do you remember
Santa Monica

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

High honor high honor
Your honor
I'm my mother's daughter

Never knew a crime
No violence on her line
Nearly born on Vine
Street, down the road, Santa Monica

A military daughter
Working all her life
Also born into strife
Born in struggle
Stealing vegetables
Running on rubble

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

The water flows like the tears of Saint Monica in Santa Monica
When her husband was doing her bad
I bet she felt real sad
This story sounds like my mom and dad
When I was sad and said
Are there seagulls in Santa Monica, my mother can't remember
She really tried but it was

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

He wants a dodo bird
Flightless
I'm an eagle from America
Priceless
Your water fields
Riceless
My soil fields
Unite us

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Baby I'll tell ya
Don't mess with Robinson soil
I've seen it happen
You're gonna end up in toil
Working your life away and in trouble
Our harvest gone' double
Cause God placed a bubble
Where we died in the rubble

[rural philosopher @RobinsonEmmaCat]

Back in my rightful place. The floor of my room, by my wax warmer, in pajamas. That's a beauty mark under my left eye. At least, to me, it's a beauty mark.