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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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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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from Robbie Robertson - Contact From The Underworld Of Red Boy (2003)
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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from Robbie Robertson - Contact From The Underworld Of Red Boy (2003)
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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from Robbie Robertson - Contact From The Underworld Of Red Boy (2003)
Pay no mind to his messed up hair
Pay no mind to the clothes he wears It's just the hours he's been keepin' Ain't been doing too much sleeping They dyed his hair and hid his feathers And told him he was Latin 'Til he came chanting down the street Like a cannibal in Manhattan Rattlebone Rattlebone Shake it for the war chief All night long Rattlebone Rattlebone Sweet medicine To each his own One sky above One earth below One sky above us One earth below Rattlebone Rattlebone Shake it for the war chief All night long Rattlebone Rattlebone Sweet medicine To each his own Here's where we go off the map Out past the power lines Up that little side road without a sign Hidden from the mainstream The keepers of the ancient future Keepers of the drum They don't preserve it They live it Rattlebone Rattlebone Shake it for the war chief All night long Rattlebone Rattlebone Get down on your knees And praise the dawn Rattlebone Rattlebone Shake it for the war chief All night long Rattlebone Rattlebone Sweet medicine To each his own |
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from Robbie Robertson - Contact From The Underworld Of Red Boy (2003)
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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Are you out there
Can you hear me Can you see me in the dark I don't believe it's all for nothing It's not just written in the sand Sometimes I thought you felt too much And you crossed into the shadowland And the river was overflowing And the sky was fiery red You gotta play the hand that's dealt ya That's what the old man always said Fallen angel Casts a shadow up against the sun If my eyes could see The spirit of the chosen one In my dream the pipes were playing In my dream I lost a friend Come down Gabriel and blow your horn Cause some day we will meet again Fallen angel Casts a shadow up against the sun If my eyes could see The spirit of the chosen one All the tears All the rage All the blues in the night If my eyes could see You kneeling in the silver light Fallin', fallin', fallin' down Fallin', fallin' down Fallin', fallin', fallin' down Fallin', fallin' down Fallin', fallin', fallin' down Fallin', fallin' down Fallen angel Casts a shadow up against the sun If my eyes could see The spirit of the chosen one All the tears All the rage All the blues in the night If my eyes could see You kneeling in the silver light If you're out there can you touch me Can you see me I don't know If you're out there can you reach me Lay a flower in the snow Fallin' down, fallin' down Fallin' down, fallin' down Fallin' down, fallin' down |
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Soldier of fortune
He's a man of war Just can't remember What he's fighting for Start a revolution Right before your eyes When you hear the big bang Don't you be surprised Showdown at Big Sky Darkness at high noon Showdown at Big Sky That day may be soon And people, people Can you hear the sound From every village and every town Let the bells ring out Hear the bells ring in Let the bells ring out Keep them ringing, ringing Can't predict the future Can't forget the past Feels like any moment Could be the last All you believers Standing inside this room Can't you see it coming Shooting out across the moon Save this place In the valley of tears By the river of time From weapons race In the Book of David In the holy night When it's laid to waste It will be written By the children of Eden I said save this place And the Holy Ghost Showdown at Big Sky Darkness at high noon Showdown at Big Sky That day may be soon And people, people Can you hear the sound From every village and every town Let the bells ring out Hear the bells ring in Let the bells ring out Keep them ringing, ringing Save this place In the valley of tears By the river of time From the weapon's race In the Book of David In the holy night When it's laid to waste It will be written By the children of Eden I said save this place And the Holy Ghost And the Holy Ghost Showdown at Big Sky Darkness at high noon Kiss tomorrow goodbye That day could be soon Give us the strength Give us the wisdom And give us tomorrow Let the bells ring out Hear the bells ring in Let the bells ring out Keep them ringing, ringing Let the bells ring out Hear the bells ring in Let the bells ring out Keep them ringing, ringing |
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Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow
Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain There he goes moving across the water There he goes turning my whole world around Do you feel what I feel Can we make that so it's part of the deal I gotta hold you in these arms of steel Lay your heart on the line this time I want to breathe when you breathe When you whisper like that hot summer breeze Count the beads of sweat that cover me Didn't you show me a sign this time Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain There he goes moving across the water There he goes turning my whole world around Can you see what I see Can you cut behind the mystery I will meet you by the witness tree Leave the whole world behind I want to come when you call I'll get to you if I have to crawl They can't hold me with these iron walls We've got mountains to climb Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain There he goes moving across the water There he goes turning my whole world around Turning my whole world around Turning my whole world around Turning my whole world around Turning my whole world around |
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from Robbie Robertson - Robbie Robertson (1993)
Didn't we break the silence
Didn't we fear the storm Didn't we move the earth Didn't we shoot for the sky And didn't we catch the fire And didn't we call upon the spirits And didn't we fall together And didn't we die for love Days on the run Nights in hiding Hoping that you were the Healing inside me Breathe in the sweet fire of love I'm not afraid anymore Sweet, sweet fire I'm not alone Breathe in the sweet fire of love I'm not the same anymore Sweet, sweet fire Sweet fire of love Sweet fire of love Didn't we cross new waters Didn't we mix new blood Didn't we build brand new bridges Didn't we hold back the flood Broken idols by the side of the road Fate didn't fall on the side of the law Here she comes a-shining like a light Here she comes salvation in the night Days on the run Nights in hiding Hoping that you were the Healing inside me Breathe in the sweet fire of love I'm not afraid anymore Sweet, sweet fire I'm not alone Breathe in the sweet fire of love I'm not the same anymore Sweet, sweet fire Sweet fire of love Sweet fire of love Didn't we shine like silver Didn't we bear the cross Didn't we bring down the hammer Didn't we beat on the drum Didn't we Days on the run Here she comes a-shining like a light Nights in hiding Here she comes salvation in the night Hoping that you were the I'm givin' up the ghost Healing inside me I'm givin' up the ghost Breathe in the sweet fire of love I'm not afraid anymore Sweet, sweet fire I'm not alone Breathe in the sweet fire of love I'm not the same anymore Sweet, sweet fire Sweet fire of love Sweet fire of love |
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He was born in the belly of the country,
Over East of Eden, yeah, Confused by the big city blues, He didn't know whose life he's leading, no, Put yourself behind the wheel And see if you can get that feel, oh, Move faster by night, yeah, Move faster by night, uhmm, The windows were all shattered And the body was all battered: American roulette, Stake your life upon it, American roulette, Same eyes, same eyes, American roulette. Take that boy and put him in a mansion, Paint the windows black, Give him all the women that he wants, Put a monkey on his back, All of your so-called friends Take you where the sidewalk ends, they say Can't sleep at night, no, Can't sleep at night, uhmm, Lord, please save his soul, He was the King of Rock and Roll: American roulette, Stake your life upon it, American roulette, Same eyes, same eyes, American roulette. They said she didn't have a chance in hell For the American Dream, There's a thousand young blonds out there Trying to make it to the silver screen, But she had the walk, the look, the talk That shook the world read about it, Some like it hot, boy, Some like it cool, Too much for her to handle, Another scandal, she burnt the candle: American roulette, Stake your life upon it, American roulette, Same eyes, same eyes, American roulette. Say a prayer for the lost generation Who spin the wheel out of desperation: American roulette, Stake your life upon it, American roulette, Same eyes, same eyes, American roulette. |
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Yeah, I can see it now
The distant red neon shivered in the heat I was feeling like a stranger in a strange land You know where people play games with the night God, it was too hot to sleep I followed the sound of a jukebox coming from up the levee All of a sudden I could hear somebody whistling Fromright behind me I turned around and she said "Why do you always end up down at Nick's Cafe?" I said "I don't know, the wind just kind of pushed me this way." She said "Hang the rich." Catch the blue train To places never been before Look for me Somewhere down the crazy river Somewhere down the crazy river Catch the blue train All the way to Kokomo You can find me Somewhere down the crazy river Somewhere down the crazy river Take a picture of this The fields are empty, abandoned '59 Chevy Laying in the back seat listening to Little Willie John Yea, that's when time stood still You know, I think I'm gonna go down to Madam X And let her read my mind She said "That Voodoo stuff don't do nothing for me." I'm a man with a clear destination I'm a man with a broad imagination You fog the mind, you stir the soul I can't find, ... no control Catch the blue train To places never been before Look for me Somewhere down the crazy river Somewhere down the crazy river Catch the blue train All the way to Kokomo You can find me Somewhere down the crazy river Somewhere down the crazy river Wait, did you hear that Oh this is sure stirring up some ghosts for me She said "There's one thing you've got to learn Is not to be afraid of it." I said "No, I like it, I like it, it's good." She said "You like it now But you'll learn to love it later." I been spellbound - falling in trances I been spellbound - falling in trances You give me shivers - chills and fever I been spellbound - somewhere down the crazy river |
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It's way up in the Black Hills where we come from
There's a girl and she warned me don't pick up that gun By the law of the land By the promise that might is right She would hold me and cry, don't you go off and fight Somebody knocking at my door Oh, I been called to war Say goodbye to Tobacco Road Wear my colors, call my brothers For my country I'll go Down on Hell's half acre (again) Shakin' with fever (again) Rumble in the jungle Down on Hell's half acre (again) She wrote me a letter and said what have they done Placed a crown of thorns on this native son Oh, maybe they're right, but maybe they're wrong But what can I do, you're not here you're gone Something in the air is much too quiet Hear my heartbeat The storms that rages from within Three times thunder, blood runs cold Got this wound on my soul Down on Hell's half acre (again) Walking on fire (again) We got trouble in the wasteland Down on Hell's half acre (again) Back in the land where buffalo roam Is this my home? She said you've changed, you're not the same Clouds of napalm and the opium The damage was already done Down on Hell's half acre (again) Shakin' with fever (again) Rumble in the jungle Down on Hell's half acre Hell's half acre (again) Walking on fire (again) We got trouble in the wasteland Down on Hell's half acre (again) |
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from Robbie Robertson - Robbie Robertson (1993)
Sonny got caught in the moonlight
A wanted man with a haunted heart Sonny found out the hard way Playing for keeps, loser weeps He said he'd come back when the lion sleeps Struck by lightning, the fire is dying And she called out your name Sudden thunder, the sky is crying Can't tell the tears from the rain Sonny got caught in the moonlight Paint graffiti on the subway wall Sonny got lost in the blue night They stood like statues, legs spread wide Catch him in the crossfire and take him by surprise Struck by lightning, the fire is dying And she called out your name Sudden thunder, the sky is crying Can't tell the tears from the rain Can't tell the tears from the rain Most my life I've been running Paint a portrait of a fool With my heart in my hands They've come to take me down Sonny got caught in the moonlight By the power that can turn the tide I heard three shots around midnight Driven by the passion, running from the heat No questions asked ... he's just a kid from the street Struck by lightning, the fire is dying And she called out your name Sudden thunder, the sky is crying Can't tell the tears from the rain Can't tell the tears from the rain |
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from Robbie Robertson - Robbie Robertson (1993)
It's just another, testimony That you are my, my one and only You're my kind, my perfect find And you are mine It's just another, testimony Make me believe, in matrimony with you baby You're my kind, my perfect find And you are mine Everybody knew that I'd never be the one To give my love no I'd turn and I'd run in the other direction Now nobody can believe just what they see But they see you and they see me give all my love and affection Another testimony That you are my, my one and only You're my kind, my perfect find And you are mine Now well, I can't explain it Thought I'd never entertain it I'm picturing a ring on my finger And now that I'm alone at home I hold your favorite cologne Sometimes I'll spray it and let it linger You're my kind (Everybody knew that I'd never be the one To give my love no I'd turn and I'd run) whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa (Now nobody can believe just what they see But they see you and they see me love) whoa whoa whoa It's just another, testimony That you are my, my one and only You're my kind, my perfect find And you are, and you are, and you are heeeey It's just another, testimony Make me believe, in matrimony You're my kind, my perfect find And you are and you are mine You're my kind, my perfect find Heeeey You're my kind, my perfect find Just another, testimony Just another, testimony Just another, testimony Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmm testimony Mmmm testimony Mmmm testimony Mmmm testimony Testiony testimony testimony testimony Mmmmm whoaaaa |
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from Robbie Robertson - Classic Masters (2004)
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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C'mon now Rock it till you drop it Mmmm Rock it till you drop it You know what I'm sayin When your walkin walkin, your body's talkin to me...but your mouth ain't makin a sound. When I'm stalkin stalkin, I can feel my body rockin with all these feelings I've found. It's in the way that he moves, It's in the way that he likes the things I do. It's in the way that he groves... You know I love it when he takes me dancing. I never waited for that special one, I thought I'd settle for a setting sun. Tonight's the night we get this party on... And on, and on, and on and on and on. C'mon now Rock it till you drop it, hey... And I'm takin takin, as you hit that tricky rythem, you take me out on the floor. I've been itchin itchin, for the jive that you've been drinknin...and you got me wantin more. It's in the way that he moves, It's in the way that he likes the things I do. It's in the way that he groves... You know I love it when he takes me dancing. I never waited for that special one, I thought I'd settle for a setting sun. Tonight's the night we get this party on... And on, and on, and on and on and on. C'mon now Rock it till you drop it, You know what I'm sayin. We'll be rockin it, all night long... We'll be droppin it, till the break of dawn... There's no stoppin it, once the freak is on... Is on, and on, and on and on... We'll be rockin it, all night long... We'll be droppin it, till the break of dawn... There's no stoppin it, once the freak is on... Is on, and on, and on and on... I never waited for that special one, I thought I'd settle for a setting sun. Tonight's the night we get this party on... And on, and on, and on and on and on. I never waited for that special one, I thought I'd settle for a setting sun. Tonight's the night we get this party on... And on, and on, and on and on and on. Special one, setting sun... |
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from Robbie Robertson - Music For The Native Americans (1994)
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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from Robbie Robertson - Music For The Native Americans (1994)
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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from Robbie Robertson - Music For The Native Americans (1994)
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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from Robbie Robertson - Music For The Native Americans (1994)
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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from Robbie Robertson - Music For The Native Americans (1994)
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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from Robbie Robertson - Music For The Native Americans (1994)
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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