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Everyone has a song
God gave us each a song That's how we know who we are Everyone has a song We have come, heat the drum The land trembles with dancing We have come, bang the drum The land trembles with dancing [CHORUS:] Making a noise in this world Making a noise in this world You can bet your ass I won't go quietly Makin' a noise in this world I don't want your promise I don't want your whiskey I don't want your blood on my hands Only want what belongs to me I think you thought I was gone I think you thought I was dead You won't admit that you was wrong Ain't there some shit that should be said [CHORUS:] The Indian dancers stop and stare at him Like he was bad weather He keeps dancing And knocks loose an eagle feather The drums stop This is the kind of silence that frightens white men [CHORUS:] (No Indians allowed) |
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In circles we gather
Moonlight fires are kindled Sending it back We just make it go back Beating hearts, beating hearts Come as one, come as one This is Indian country This is Indian country Together we dance All the first nations There's no chance We ever gonna give up Beating hearts, beating hearts Come as one, come as one This is Indian country This is Indian country Going home, going home To a nation, six nations To all the faces I did not know Beating hearts, beating hearts Come as one, come as one This is Indian country This is Indian country Ongwehonwe Intertribal Haudenosaune ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROBERTSON, ROBBIE / WILSON, WILLIAM JAMES / SIX NATION WOMEN SINGERS, <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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With eyes of fire
No one can see The smoke from the sweet grass Covers me I am drawn I am drawn to her Like a moth to flame She leads me down Unbound I am lost I am lost Has anybody seen me I am lost Oh nothing is forgotten Only left behind Wherever I am She leads me down Unbound No borders No fences No walls No borders No fences Unbound Oh, listen for the night chant Oh, listen for the night chant Like a moth to flame She leads me down Unbound No borders No fences Unbound No borders No fences Unbound Unbound |
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Crow has brought the message
to the children of the sun for the return of the buffalo and for a better day to come You can kill my body You can damn my soul for not believing in your god and some world down below You don't stand a chance against my prayers You don't stand a chance against my love They outlawed the Ghost Dance but we shall live again, we shall live again My sister above She has red paint She died at Wounded Knee like a later day saint You got the big drum in the distance blackbird in the sky That's the sound that you hear when the buffalo cry You don't stand a chance against my prayers You don't stand a chance against my love They outlawed the Ghost Dance but we shall live again, we shall live again Crazy Horse was a mystic He knew the secret of the trance And Sitting Bull the great apostle of the Ghost Dance Come on Comanche Come on Blackfoot Come on Shoshone Come on Cheyenne We shall live again Come on Arapaho Come on Cherokee Come on Paiute Come on Sioux We shall live again |
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Welcome to my country
Welcome to my home You could stay forever You won't leave it alone Welcome to the bush Take what you may need When shove comes to push You want me to leave [CHORUS:] I can't let go of the painted desert I can't let go of the old way I can't let go of the homeland It's in the blood I can't let go I can stand up through your destruction My voice will tremble My hands will shake Yes I can stand up through your destruction I won't break I won't break I could hear the voices I could hear the voices I could hear the voices Coming through the night [CHORUS] Sweat it out, sweat it out Let it out, let it out Sweat it out Let it out Get it outta my head [CHORUS:] I can't let go of the painted desert I can't let go of the old way I can't let go of the ancient ways It's in the blood I can't let go It's in the blood It's in the blood I can't let go |
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These are the people of the longhouse
These are the people that you tried to break These are the people of the pines Who follow the code of Handsome Lake He drank your poison, swallowed your fire And lay with fever four long years He received a vision so inspired Three messengers with painted faces appeared On the Allegheny river at a place called Burnt House The code was shared for the very first time By a Seneca chief, they call Handsome Lake With a wounded heart and a sober mind These are the people of the longhouse These are the people that you tried to break These are the people of the pines Who follow the code of Handsome Lake We are the people of the longhouse We are the people that you couldn't break We are the people of the sacred pipe Who Follow the code of Handsome Lake When the Dark Moon had come to live in your soul Get in touch with your creator, you are not alone These are the words that he had spoken two hundred years ago And today they still ring true, like they're carved in stone When Native life was hurled into the pit by way of the Canon, Rum, and Greed Oh a great fire was burned, to let the smoke rise And show the Six Nations the code was still alive Way down deep in the bush We Oh hi ne oh he oh we oh we we These are the people of the longhouse These are the people that you tried to break These are the people of the pines Who follow the code of Handsome Lake We are the people of the longhouse We are the people that you couldn't break We are the people of the sacred pipe Who Follow the code of Handsome Lake |
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Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi Mahmpi wah hoka yee monk Tahond tani kiyee tiyee Gee we-me eetiyee Nanka yaht yamoonieah wajitse Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi Mahmpi wah hoka yee monk Tahond tani kiyee tiyee Gee we-me eetiyee Nanka yaht yamoomieah wajitse Nanka yaht yamoomieah wajitse Nanka yaht yamoomieah wajitse Nanka yaht yamoomieah wajitse Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi Mahmpi wah hoka yee monk Tahond tani kiyee tiyee Gee we-me eetiyee Nanka yaht yamoonieah wajitse Nanka yaht yamoomieah wajitse Nanka yaht yamoomieah wajitse Nanka yaht yamoomieah wajitse.. |
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You know we have a million stories to tell
I'm just one of a million or more stories that could be told Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your prayer Take away your language Cut off all your hair Sacrifice the loved ones Who always stood by me Stranded in the wasteland Set my spirit free My name is Leonard Peltier I am a Lakota and Anishnabe And I am living in the United States penitentiary Which is the swiftest growing Indian reservations in the country I have been in prison since 1976 For an incident that took place on the Oglala-Lakota Nation There was a shoot-out between members of the American Indian Movement And The F-B-I and the local Sheriffs State Troopers Two agents were killed and one Indian was murdered Three of us were charged with the deaths of the F-B-I agents My co-defendants were found not-guilty by reasons of self-defense My case was separated and I was found guilty before a jury of non-Indian people The prosecutor stated that they did not know who killed their agents Nor did he know what participation Leonard Peltier may have played in it But someone has to pay for the crime There's a lot of nights that I lay in my cell And I can't understand why this hell this hell and this terror That I have been going through for twenty-one years hasn't ended Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your prayer Take away your language Cut off all your hair Sacrifice the loved ones Who always stood by me Stranded in the wasteland Set my spirit free But yet I know in my heart that someone has to pay sacrifice To make things better for our people The sacrifice I have made when I really sit down to think about it Is nothing compared to what our people a couple hundred years ago Or fifty years ago or twenty-five years ago have made Some gave their lives Some had to stand there and watch their children die in their arms So the sacrifice I have made is nothing compared to those I've gone too far now to start backing down I don't give up Not 'til my people are free will I give up And if I have to sacrifice some more Then I sacrifice some more |
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Golden Feather
Robbie Robertson I think I'm going back to Shenandoah she said that she'd meet me by the fork in the road I jump start my old Ford I'm heading for the pow-wow follow red path that leads to you. I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone and when you find a golden feather it means you'll never lose your way back home. Should I paint my face should I pierce my skin does this make me a pagan sweating out my sins we ate the sacred mushroom and waded in the water howling like coyotes at the naked moon. I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone and when you find a golden feather it means you'll never lose your way back home. In the autumn night when there's no wind blowin' I could hear the stars falling in the dark when you find what's worth keeping with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone and when you find a golden feather it means you'll never lose your way back home. |
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