Buffy Sainte-Marie’s SOLDIER BLUE

SOLDIER BLUE

(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Custer Portrait

Tell you a story, and it’s a true one
And I’ll tell it like you’ll understand
And I ain’t gonna talk like some history man

I look out and I see a land
Young and lovely, hard and strong
For fifty thousand years we’ve danced her praises
Prayed our thanks and we’ve just begun

This is, this is my country
Young and growin’ and free and flowin’ sea to sea
Yes this is my country
Ripe and bearing miracles in every pond and tree

Her spirit walks the high country
She is givin’ free wild samples and settin’ an example
How to give, yes, this is my country
Retchin’ and turnin’, she’s like a baby learnin’ how to live

I can stand upon a hill at dawn
Look all around me, feel her surround me
Soldier blue, can’t you see her life has just begun?
It’s beating inside us, telling us she’s here to guide us

Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue
Can’t you see that there’s another way to love her?

This is my country
And I sprang from her and I’m learnin’ how to count upon her
Tall trees and the corn is high country
Yes, I love her and I’m learnin’ how to take care of her

Whenever the news stories get me down
I, I take a drink of freedom to think of
North America from toe to crown
It’s never long before I know just why I belong here

Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue
Can’t you see that there’s another way to love her?
Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue
Can’t you see that there’s another way to love her?
Soldier blue, soldier blue
Can’t you see that there’s another way to love her?

Marty Robbins’ A HUNDRED AND SIXTY ACRES

A Hundred and Sixty Acres

(Marty Robbins)

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I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley,
Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best,
Got an old stove there that’ll cook three square
And a bunk where I can lay me down to rest.

Up at dawn to greet the sun,
I’ve forgotten what a care or worry means.
Head for home when day is done
With my pocket money jinglin’ in my jeans.
I’ve got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine,
Got a hundred and sixty million stars above,
Got an old paint hoss, I’m the guy who’s boss
On the hundred and sixty acres that I love!

Up at dawn to greet the sun,
I’ve forgotten what a care or worry means.
Head for home when day is done
With my pocket money jinglin’ in my jeans.

I’ve got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine,
Got a hundred and sixty million stars above,
Got an old paint hoss, I’m the guy who’s boss
On the hundred and sixty acres that I love!
Got an old paint hoss, I’m the guy who’s boss
On the hundred and sixty acres that I love!

Fiona Apple’s CONTAINER

Container

(Fiona Apple)

jon-flobrant (Photo: Jon Flobrant)

I was screaming into the canyon
At the moment of my death.
The echo I created
Outlasted my last breath.

My voice it made an avalanche
And buried a man I never knew.
And when he died his widowed bride
Met your daddy and they made you.

I have only one thing to do and that’s
To be the wave that I am and then
Sink back into the ocean.

Sink back into the o-
Sink back into the ocean.
Sink back into the o-
Sink back into the ocean.

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This haunting melody is the theme song to the TV show “The Affair.”  Check it out here:

Ted Nugent’s GREAT WHITE BUFFALO

Great White Buffalo

(Ted Nugent)

white-buffalo

Well, listen everybody
To what I got to say
There’s hope for tomorrow
Ooh, we’re working on today
Well, it happened long ago
In the new magic land

The Indian and the buffalo
They existed hand in hand
The Indian needed food
He needed skins for a roof
But he only took what they needed, baby
Millions of buffalo were the proof

Testament’s TRAIL OF TEARS

Trail of Tears

(Eric Stanley Peterson and Charles Billy)

 lindneux (Painting by Robert Lindneux)

See the sun as the day is done
Life is of the broken ones
Some will stray as time will come
Al their lives, the live it well
Red man proud and giving hell
Some stand and shining tall

Can you hear them call?

See the sun as it’s setting still
Tears fall from a warrior
Damn those who I feel

Set a trail to the promised land
Mother and child holding hand in hand
Through the snow or through the sands

All across the land

Full moon’s rising from the sky, a warrior’s riding
Ride with the wind
So far away, the spirits will guide you
No more sorrow
Don’t look back, your freedom will follow
Flying so free
Can’t you see, on the trail of tears

Full moon’s rising from the sky, a warrior’s riding
Ride with the wind
So far away, the spirits will guide you
No more sorrow
Don’t look back, your freedom will follow
Flying so free
Can’t you see, on the trail of tears

Check out the YouTube recording below:

Bryan Adams’ NATIVE SON

Native Son

Bryan Adams

native-son

I’ve seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes
The years have made me old but they’ve made me wise
Now the white man lives where our rivers run

For now better days have passed
We walk the streets of broken glass
Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun
Like dogs we were driven from this place
Such injustice, time will not erase
All these changes cannot be undone

When you feel the anger inside of you
Hold your head high – let your aim be true
Though your heart beats like a drum
My native son

Once there was a time my little one
Before the wagons – before the soldiers’ guns
When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies

No white flag – no broken truce
With few words one can speak the truth – I don’t hear it
Time won’t heal it now

With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
He said we were the chosen ones

For all we had there’s nothin’ left
We won’t forgive – we can’t forget
You know that your day will come
My native son

With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
What has happened can never be undone

When I was young – not yet a man
The sun rose and set upon our land
We were the chosen ones
My native son

Check out this version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXk-iW9sZ-o

Anthrax’s INDIANS

Indians

(Joseph Bellardini, Frank Bello, Charlie Benate, Scott Ian Rosenfeld, and Daniel Alan Spitz)

gifford (Benjamin Gifford)

We all see black and white
When it comes to someone else’s fight
No one ever gets involved
Apathy can never solve

Forced out-brave and mighty
Stolen land-they can’t fight it
Hold on-to pride and tradition
Even though they know how much their lives are really missin’
We’re dissin’ them

On reservations
A hopeless situation
Respect is something that you earn
Our Indian brothers’ getting burned
Original American
Turned into second class citizen

Cry for the Indians
Die for the Indians
Cry for the Indians
Cry, cry, cry for the Indians

Love the land and fellow man
Peace is what we strive to have
Some folks have none of this

Watch the live version of Indians by Anthrax at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzpRU347BDU