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Holy Fire
03:02
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I was the unwanted child of holy and fire water
an unnatural disaster, an all American failure
and don't worry I hate me too, guess I'm just like my father
been trying to get over this but it just gets harder and harder
And I was the one who bore it all cause I never learned how to say
the things that would break your heart but could save me from your ways
and bitter hearts grow callouses but we lie and say its OK
but with every sin that leaves my lips another one is ready to take its place
I was the unwanted child of holy and fire water
an unnatural disaster, an all American failure
and don't worry I hate me too, guess I'm just like my father
been trying to get over this but it just gets harder and harder
Growing up not knowing who I was or who I was supposed to become
well I've been living dangerously in search of a place all of my own and
my head is full of punk rock songs, dream catchers, and buffalo skins
a full blooded American the results of Columbus and a hundred million dead
I was the unwanted child of holy and fire water
an unnatural disaster, an all American failure
and don't worry I hate me too, guess I'm just like my father
been trying to get over this but it just gets harder and harder
and harder and harder
I was the unwanted child of holy and fire water
an unnatural disaster, an all American failure
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Wolves
03:45
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We are made of earth and water. She taught us how to heal our hearts. Sky Woman blessed us on that day, the Thunderbirds heard us singing
It's funny how that old medicine is the only thing that can rest my weary mind. So burn some sage and sweet grass for me and I can breath that smoke in deep
My sister says the Wolves come to her in the middle of the night. They taught her that there is strength in holding still and holding tight
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3. |
Vanishing Race
04:13
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They don't think that you still exist cause that's what they were taught in school
Broken treaties and missing women, despair is their greatest tool
Don't cut your hair for them anymore, don't let them tear you from the soil
Genocide comes in many forms, sometimes its mascots sometimes its oil
But we won't be invisible anymore
and we're not gonna disappear
we will find our voice once again
an you will know that we're still here, you'll know that we're still here
500 years of this injustice, but yet you still have got the nerve
to insist that you should decide what it is that we deserve
We all know that water is life, but yet you mock us for our creed
The Earth is sacred and we should learn, can't feed our children with our greed
But we won't be invisible anymore
and we're not gonna disappear
we will find our voice once again
an you will know that we're still here, you'll know that we're still here
Can't you see that the Earth is dying? Digging too much made the mountains fall.
Can't you see that the river is poison? This is something that affects us all!
But we won't be invisible anymore
and we're not gonna disappear
we will find our voice once again
an you will know that we're still here, you'll know that we're still here
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Mi'Tungash
03:21
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Do you remember when we were embarrassed to wear our long hair, so we shaved it all off just to find that our heads looked so weird? We were explosive little boys and quiet women. Marked as problem kids and we turned it all in.
We became exactly what they saw
We became exactly what they saw
Fits of rage and pounding blood
Mud and bone you can't shake off
Then things got so twisted up, on the inside. We were afraid to let our red eyes shine. We are the grandchildren of the stolen generation, but didn't they take us just the same... Didn't they take us just the same...
We became exactly what they saw
We became exactly what they saw
Fits of rage and pounding blood
Mud and bone you can't shake off
I wonder what my grandpa thinks of
While he sits in that old wheel chair
I wonder what my grandpa thinks of
Now that he's stuck in that old wheel chair
I wonder what my grandpa thinks of
I wonder what he think of me
I wonder what he thinks of me
I wonder what he thinks of me
I wonder what he thinks of me
I wonder what he thinks of me
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5. |
Rocky Point Revisited
03:02
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Do what you can to feel the Earth beneath your feet
Someone once told me that is where it all begins
Walking these prairie hills there's something hiding there
Sealed up long ago trust snakes much more than men
Wait for the plains winds and the wild flowers bloom
watch the brush rattle in the wake of our doom
I was taught at a young age to just be still
and open up your heart they're singing in the hills
I learned at a young age to not fear the dead
and open up your heart they live on with your breath
with your breath
Snow on the Great Plains gave my family a name
but we didn't know that it would be our undoing
Rocky Point was meant to be our end
blankets of disease disguised as a helping hand
from Little Girl's Band to Red Bottom
its in my blood this wild rose blossoms
I was taught at a young age to just be still
and open up your heart they're singing in the hills
I learned at a young age to not fear the dead
and open up your heart they live on with your breath
with your breath
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Nakoda Calling
04:39
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Someday I won't feel like an idiot banging my head against the east wall
Sometimes I feel like my heart is exploding and the pieces get stuck in my chest
I'm searching for meaning or something to give me anchor some truth or just a beautiful lie
but I can hear the drums in my head saying son its time to stand up from you own misery
Feathers and rawhide jamming up the works in my soul. I hear someone calling me across the Great Plains
War paint and sweet grass got me so confused, who am I supposed to be? supposed to be to you?
You used to come to me in my dreams, through the screen on my window
I still hear you whisper in my ear but I forgot your tongue
Tobacco smoke is strangely comfortable, I miss the warmth in my bones
But I am a wanderer in a foreign land, Wanka Wanka can't help me here
Feathers and rawhide jamming up the works in my soul. I hear someone calling me across the Great Plains
War paint and sweet grass got me so confused, who am I supposed to be? supposed to be to you?
Guess I'll never know
(Vocables)
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