Onward the Indian
Devendra Banhart · The Black Babies [2003]
I don't start to sing then I'll start to talk
Where'd ya go Mrs. Sun?
Ya juice it on up
Re-tit on your tip
And you squeeze it on up
When I'm on my nerves on a shaky show
I don't start to warm 'til you start to glow
When your arms learn to breathe, they stick to your sleeve
When your sleeves learn to walk, your legs learn to leave
When your leaves learn to stay, your legs run away
I was born in May then he moved away
At the end of June into mid-July
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Onward the Indian
Devendra Banhart's 'Onward the Indian' appears on his 2003 album The Black Babies, a recording that helped establish his signature blend of psychedelic folk and avant-garde experimentation. During this early period, Banhart cultivated a sound characterized by intricate acoustic guitar work, whimsical vocal delivery, and a distinctively surreal lyrical approach. The track reflects the raw, intimate production style that defined his initial discography before he gained wider critical acclaim. As part of a body of work that includes later albums like Cripple Crow and Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon, this song exemplifies the artist's commitment to organic textures and introspective songwriting. It remains a notable song in his catalogue, showcasing the unique musical identity that would influence the broader indie folk movement.