Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Colors of the Wind [Pocahontas]’ by Acidman. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Acidman or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
You think I’m an ignorant savage
And you’ve been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don’t know?
You don’t know…
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know ev’ry rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You’ll learn things
you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard
the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices
of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you’ll never know
And you’ll never hear the wolf cry
to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices
of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
And you’ll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind