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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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The general rode for sixteen days
The horses were thirsty and tired On the trail of a renegade chief One he'd come to admire The soldiers hid behind the hills That surrounded the village And he rode down to warn the chief They'd come to conquer and pillage Lay down your arms Lay down your spear The chief's eyes were sad But showed no sign of fear [Chorus:] It is a good day to die Oh my children dry your eyes It is a good day to die He spoke of the days before the white man came With his guns and whisky He told of a time a long time ago Before what you call history The general couldn't believe his words Nor the look on his face But he knew these people would rather die Then have to live in this disgrace What law have I broken What wrong have I done That makes you want to bury me Upon this trail of blood [Chorus:] We cared for the land and the land cared for us And that's the way it's always been Never asked for more never asked too much And now you tell me this is the end I laid down my weapon Laid down my bow Now you want to drive me out With no place left to go [Chorus:] And he turned to his people and said dry your eyes We've been blessed and we are thankful Raise your voices to the sky It is a good day to die |
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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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Perhaps you think the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit
If I thought you were sent by the creator I might be induced to think you had a right to dispose of me Do not misunderstand me But understand me fully with reference to my affection for the land I never said the land was mine to do with as I choose The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who has created it I claim a right to live on my land And accord you the privilege to return to yours Brother we have listened to your talk Coming from our father the great White Chief at Washington And my people have called upon me to reply to you And in the winds which pass through these aged pines We hear the moanings of their departed ghosts And if the voice of our people could have been heard That act would never have been done But alas though they stood around they could neither be seen or heard Their tears fell like drops of rain I hear my voice in the depths of the forest But no answering voice comes back to me All is silent around me My words must therefore be few I can now say no more He is silent for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down |
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She broke down, on a highway
Miles from nowhere, it had no number She was lost, a long way from home She was fed up with the routine She got trouble with her man She blew town with a vengeance Painted desert, peyote rain Lord, don't let me go insane Skinwalker, skinwalker Who am I, who are you I was only passing through Skinwalker, skinwalker A strange encounter to be sure He was wicked he was pure Hear him calling, he's calling for you Come with me into the mystic Come with me into the night We can live, live forever Painted desert, peyote rain Lord, don't let me go insane Skinwalker, skinwalker Through your eyes I can see You have left your mark on me Skinwalker, skinwalker (Jimmy Crack Corn, come blow your horn) (Jimmy Crack Corn, come blow your horn) Painted desert, peyote rain Lord, don't let me go insane Skinwalker, skinwalker He takes you to a sacred place And drinks a tear off your face Skinwalker, skinwalker Talk to the spirits Talk to the wind Skinwalker, skinwalker Ceremony of the Cloud People Ceremony of the Cloud People Ceremony of the Cloud People Ceremony of the Cloud People Ceremony of the Cloud People Ceremony of the Cloud People Ceremony of the Cloud People |
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This was the way of it
Let the story fires be lighted Let our circle be strong and full of medicine Hear me This is my dream song that I'm singing for you This is my power song that is taking me to the edge This is rock medicine The talking tree The singing water Listen I am dancing underneath you This was the way of it It is a river It is a chant It is a medicine story It is what happened long ago It is a bead in a story belt It is what has been forgotten It is the smell of sweetgrass and cedar And prayers lifted to sky father It is a way, a tradition The way it was always done by the people It is a feeling of warmth The sound of voices Listen I am dancing underneath you |
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