The Burrow Where She Sleeps

[bnewman]

Rain World is a very strange video game, combining exploration, survival, the ruins of a lost technological civilization, and a richly simulated ecosystem — full both of things to eat and things to be eaten by, and inundated every so often by torrential rains that wash away everything that doesn't take shelter. It's inscrutable and mysterious, poorly (or just un-) explained, punishingly difficult if the player isn't prepared to take each death as a learning opportunity, and yet somehow endearingly charming — I guess the slugcat is just that cute.

lyrics by Benjamin Newman

ttto: "The River, Where She Sleeps" by Dave Carter

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She's a crawling, leaping wizard; bitsy bats and creeping lizards

Don't know what to make of her at all

She don't want to make it bad, just make it back to Mom and Dad

But soon enough the rain will start to fall

 

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When the raging rains begin, she turn in, just like all her sluggy kin

When she's soaked to her soul, she just crawl into a hole

'Cause the rain comes when it will, and it falls hard enough to kill

But she's safe and sound and not a drop will seep

Through the burrow where she sleeps

 

From her family cruelly parted, no way back to where she started

Moving onward's all that she can do

Creep and leap and climb and clamber; holograms in glowing amber

Pointing out the way to something new?

 

When the rain begins again, even then, will they point her to a den?

Do they know what she needs?  Can she trust these little leads?

She's just a slugcat all alone, far from hope and far from home

But she'll take a hint and fall into a heap

In the burrow where she sleeps

 

This new world is vaster, stranger; every day a different danger

One more mouth to make of her a meal

Watch in wonder every creature: what she can eat and what can eat her

All that observation can reveal

 

But when rainclouds start to form, she'll be warm, she'll take shelter from the storm

If she's safe, if she's fed, she just makes a cozy bed

'Cause it rains most every day, washing everything away

But she's bundled all the bat-flies she can keep

In the burrow where she sleeps

 

A slugcat's life is never boring, every day she goes exploring

Tries to learn the lay of this new land

Make the most of every hour, drowned depths to teetering tower

Mysteries she may never understand

 

And as long as questions burn, she will learn, right up until the rains return

But when day's at an end, she knows just around the bend

There's a hole where she can crawl -- on her map she's marked them all

And she knows which direction she can creep

To the burrow where she sleeps