미국 인디언 출신으로 90년대부터 많은 주목을 받고있는 포크/포크 락 뮤지션 빌 밀러의 최고의 앨범. 미국 인디언들이 느끼고 겪어야하는 기쁨과 슬픔,희망과 분노,사랑을 진솔한 언어와 독특한 음악으로 표현한 그의 노래들은 인간의 보편적인 감성에 호소하는 보편성을 지니고 있어서 특히 높은 평가를 받고 있다. 전혀 새로운 싱어/송라이터와의 따스한 만남!
i saw judas iscariot, with a bottle of wine talkin suicide with an old friend of mine they gathered a crowd down at the end of the tracks and a woman cried out when is god comin' back?
and they pretended not to notice they came down hard on the weak causing war and starvation, refusing to let them speak
for every mountain i climb for every river that winds for every wind that will blow i will send out my prayers
for the children below i saw crazy horse walkin' alone in the dark on the streets paved in blood on his broken heart he never dreamed it would turn out like this
they pretend that they just don't see they are blinded in their own mediocrity they got their trophies and their cars
and their houses on the hill and they don't really care that their wars are a killin' me
for every child that follows the dream with ten thousand angels they'll fly no one will force them to run they will stand up and fight till the battle is won
so many hills that we have climbed so many trails we left behind so many songs that i forget the journey isn't over yet through all the years i've watched you grow the little secrets we both know how i held you when you slept i've always felt the tears you wept
there is a reason for your laughter there is a reason for your pain there is a dream you're chasing after there are some things you'll (we'll) never change
so many rivers we have crossed the love we found the love we lost the steps we made i will retrace the broken memories can't erase
i wanna go where the blind can see i wanna go where the lame will walk i wanna see the sick ones clean where the deaf can hear and the silent talk
where are you going, to a ghostdance in the snow? where are all your warriors, i see they're finally coming home
i wanna go where the dead are raised where the mountain lion lays down with the lamb i wanna stand where god is praised i wanna ride across the plains to the promised land
where i'm going don't need to raise your voice no starvation we'll have plenty to eat no guns no wars, no hateful noise just a victory dance, we'll never taste defeat where there's nothin' done or said that can't be forgiven where every step you take is on sacred ground
walk away from death into the land of the living where all the lost tribes are finally found
seven blue stones in the desert sand a shiny gun in a young thief's hand a stolen car and a broken dream blood on his hands that won't come clean
no where to run, no where to turn the fires of rage begin to burn you can't go home, he can't go on his flesh is weak, and his spirits gone
now he's behind a prison wall and doesn't have the will to live he says it's all his father's fault he taught his son the way to live he was unable to forgive
she wore his ring for thirty years then one night he confessed his darkest fears he'd been unfaithful, been untrue what could she say, what could she do? no where to run, no where to turn the fires of rage began to burn she can't go home, she can't go on her flesh is weak her spirits gone
he betrayed her with a kiss killed her desires, her will to live who was blinded, what did they miss? will she be able to forgive? are we able to forgive?
i heard a voice callin' out to me might've been a vision might've been a dream it said some things will come and some will go we're only here a moment don't you know
i don't claim to have all the answers and i've got my share of questions but if i don't follow blindly it doesn't mean i've lost my way i'm still on the journey headed down the road less traveled i guess we're all gonna get there in our own time and way
there's a bridge that leads to the other side you'll know you've crossed when you arrive everyone will have a tale to tell i'm gonna quench my thirst when i drink from that well
there is anger there is rage nameless victims of the age hear their voices hear their cries face to face and eye to eye where there is promise there is hope there is you where there is kindness, there is love there is you
greedy tyrants using force vengeful souls without remorse spreading hate spreading lies icy fire behind their eyes where there is conscience their is truth there is you where there is someone with a need there is you
you are a rock you are a shield you are a flower in the field you are a shelter in the storm
making ovens building bombs when will we question what is wrong? take a stand draw the line will we die before our time?
where there is grace there is beauty there is you where there is peace there is life there is you where there is peace there is you
There's a dangerous journey You'll have to make Be careful what you carry Be careful what you take
Blow on Blessing Wind Blow on Blessing Wind
There's a path through the wilderness You'll have to find Those earthly possessions You must leave behind
The rich man owns rivers of gold Don't know what it's worth The meek and the purest of heart Will inherit the earth Here's a shield you must carry A horse you must ride Show no fear in battle For I am by your side
like two dogs on an open road like two flowers on an old gravestone like two leaves tumblin' in the wind i?m searchin? for a beginning that has no end
and i'm rollin' with the thunder still waitin' for the rain rollin' with the thunder still waitin' for the rain like two boots in a salvation army store like two sailors out lookin' for a whore two broken windows in a burned out van i?m a fugitive lookin' for a one-armed man
two rings in an old pawn shop two dusty winos cussin' out a cop two tumbleweeds blowin' across the plain we?re all dry seeds just waitin' for the rain