1. |
Burning Tipis
03:41
|
|||
|
Well, they say that's just the way things are
but you get used, yeah you'll get used to it
No justice for the missing kids
No answers for these mysteries
The kids are not alright
They're locked up or they're locked out
Fucking cops they won't do a thing
This is just policy, wait til we're wiped out
Well, I'm so sick of the way things are
Well, I'm so sick of it, yeah I'm so sick of it
Well, I'm so sick of the way things are
Well, I'm so sick of it, yeah I'm so sick of it
The scars they don't disappear
No, they just fade, no, they just fade with time
Pump the people full of alcohol
and drugs to soothe their minds
Anxious and worrying
but we don't understand, no, we don't understand
Missing sisters could be anywhere
Missing hearts can never mend
Well, I'm so sick of the way things are
Well, I'm so sick of it, yeah I'm so sick of it
Well, I'm so sick of the way things are
Well, I'm so sick of it, yeah I'm so sick of it
Seems the anger always bubbles to the surface, sometimes I have to wonder "Is this their higher purpose?"
To keep us locked up in a state of fear, to keep their control, to make us disappear
To make us let go of our ceremony, to keep the ancestors, and the tipis burning
To keep our people down, to keep our children tame, to keep Two Spirits hurting, to keep us running away (running away)
Well, I'm so sick of the way things are
Well, I'm so sick of it, yeah I'm so sick of it
Well, I'm so sick of the way things are
Well, I'm so sick of it, yeah I'm so sick of it
|
||||
2. |
I'm Alright
03:22
|
|||
|
I am learning to love myself, just like everyone says that I should
Its getting easier despite the nagging fact I know that I will fuck it all up again
My brother says its not as hard as it looks. Just keep your head down, just keep your head down
The road looks longer on an empty stomach, the desert's pretty when you feel it calling you home (calling you home)
And I know that this will end like before, they'll find us thrashing on a concrete floor
And I know I'm not who you thought I was. Please let me go, please let me go...
Every morning I can get out of bed I just tell myself that that is enough
Every morning I can get out of bed is one more battle that I've already won
Every morning I can get out of bed I just tell myself that that is enough
Every morning I can get out of bed is one more battle that I've already won
I've already won, I've already won, I've already won, I've already won
|
||||
3. |
Curaga
04:05
|
|||
|
I wish that time could've healed our wounds
I wish that we didn't look so broken
I wish I could have been what you were looking for
I wish I could have been what you were looking for
But you were looking for something more than what I could've offered you before
I'm a mess, I"m a wreck, I'm a liar, I've tried so hard to put out the fires
It all keeps adding up, I never learned to sort out the cuts
Its burying me now, I'd start again but I don't know how
My mother always said things will get better
I'm just not clear on the when
But if you walk with your head held high
Then the world won't know that you're hurting
Time doesn't heal a fucking thing, tether my heart down with a wedding ring
It's trapped beneath our skin, can't say just what we're thinking
And hearts burn through the denial, can we just sit here for a little while?
And then walk home again, tell everyone that we're less than friends
But you were looking for something more than what I could've offered you before
I'm a mess, I"m a wreck, I'm a liar, I've tried so hard to put out the fires
It all keeps adding up, I never learned to sort out the cuts
Its burying me now, I'd start again but I don't know how
My mother always said things will get better
I'm just not clear on the when
But if you walk with your head held high
Then the world won't know that you're hurting
|
||||
4. |
Finn Mertens
03:38
|
|||
|
Do you remember when we were those dirty nomad kids? Never satisfied just meeting ends
I guess we're still that way, some things never change, always moving always leaving again
So keep your eye on the north star, watch for medicine lights that dance and wake something within
Seems like I'm always searching for new paths ahead, never satisfied with where I've been
Don't know what I hope to find every time I roam, but as long as you're there I'll know I'm home
I've hear the wind calling my name from far away, never know just how long I will stay
Just give me a good life that's filled with purpose, I'm tired of settling for less
The hawks always bring me back no matter how far I get, they remind me there's adventures I haven't had yet
Seems like I'm always searching for new paths ahead, never satisfied with where I've been
Don't know what I hope to find every time I roam, but as long as you're there I'll know I'm home
Seems like I'm always searching for new paths ahead, never satisfied with where I've been
Don't know what I hope to find every time I roam, but as long as you're there I'll know I'm home
as long as you're there I'll know I'm home
as long as you're there I'll know I'm home
as long as you're there I'll know I'm home
|
||||
5. |
Sick Strange
02:48
|
|||
|
I wish that I could name every hole that has been left
By the people places and things that I never met
Or the aching that will never leave the upper left side of my chest
Caused by things I didn't know but can't forget
And it's a sick strange feeling
Never knowing, never knowing
And we never learned those words
That could form the answers
And I wish I could decipher the history written
By strangers who didn't understand the blood inside the pen
Or the things carved in your back and arms by monsters shaped like men
I still see your face at night I ask "how this could happen?"
And it's a sick strange feeling
Never knowing, never knowing
And we never learned those words
That could form the answers
And it's a sick strange feeling
And it's a sick strange feeling
And it's a sick strange feeling
Never knowing, never knowing
|
||||
6. |
||||
|
Indian legislation on the desk of a do right congressman
But he don't know much about the issues so he picks up the phone
And asks the advice of the senator out in Indian country, darling of the energy companies ripping off what's left of the reservation
Well, I learned the safety rules, I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks it isn't nice but it's reality
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
I said deep in the earth
Won't you cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
We got these energy companies, they want to take our land
We got churches by the dozens trying to guide our hand
And turn our mother earth over to pollution, war, and greed
Get rich, get rich quick
Well, bury my heart at Wounded Knee
I said deep in the earth
Won't you cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
We got the federal marshals, we got the covert spies
We got the liars by fires, got the FBI
Well they get nailed in court, but still Peltier he goes off to jail
The bullet don't match the gun
Well, bury my heart at Wounded Knee
An eighth of the reservation
Was transferred in secret
Through murder and intimidation
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
My girlfriend Anna May she talked about uranium
Her head was full of bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she died from exposure
(((())))
Well, bury my heart at Wounded Knee
I said deep in the earth
Won't you cover me with your pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
We had those gold rush wars but we didn't learn to crawl
So now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl
And they say "hey honey you can still be an Indian down at the Y on Saturday nights''
Well, bull shit!
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
I said deep in the earth
Won't you cover me with your pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
|
||||
Wounded Knee Ephraim, Utah
Half-Breed Nakoda playing earnest Folk with a Punk attitude and an Emo heart.
If you like Wounded Knee, you may also like:
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art.
go to album
Wry songs from this Washington artist that recall the homespun charm of early Mountain Goats.
go to album
Forever Only Idaho
by Harrison Lemke
Big, strummy songs that recall the heart-on-sleeve earnestness and lo-fi glory of early Mountain Goats.
go to album
Remember That I Love You
by Kimya Dawson
For the next week, proceeds from Kimya Dawson’s albums on Bandcamp will go to the family of Charleena Lyles.
go to album
The haunting new record from Canadian folk artist Avi C. Engel bridges old and new traditions with a minimalist approach.
go to album
Boozy, brooding gypsy folks writing in French Quebecois joual, and stewing bluegrass, cajun, and country sounds.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 30, 2024
go to album
