I'll put this video here too, as this is the right place for it...

"America is dying from within, because they forgot the instructions of how to live on earth. Everything is coming to a time where prophecy and man's inability to live on Earth in a Spiritual Way will come to a crossroad of great problems...."

Part 1
The Hopi Way

I'd say the we're all dying from within...because we've turned away.

It is only 'us' who will win this battle, not our leaders, not money...but every single one of us.

The Native American people are so wise. They know so much and they have been treated so badly, are still being treated so badly, but they hold the knowledge that can save this world.

Stop teaching our children scientific maths...teach them the ways of people who understand! Teach them compassion and love..and then you'll never get the kind of scenes in the video Bruce posted.

Bruce, you should think about re-recording this song, it's been important to many people for a long time, and there's a whole new generation out there who should get to hear it.

Maybe if those policemen got to hear you sing it, a few of them might start to think differently.

Rompin' Rovin' Days by Bruce Murdoch (from 'The Singer Songwriter Project' CD)


"Hey, I've been a rambler all my rompin' rovin' days
A railway boy with nothin' for to do
My people waved farewell somewheres down the road
For hobos, friend, are only passin' through.

Now I've seen every city from San Marcos in the south
To the concrete fenced-in walls of New York town
And everywhere I go my name nobody wants to know
And the talkin' seems to stop when I'm around.

Now all in my life I've been quickly cast aside
Though my handshake never meant less than your own
If there's any which way for to fully understand
Then tell me 'cause I'd surely like to know.

For every mile I rode a freight train, I walked a city block
Gazin' through the windows at the goods I couldn't buy
But the thing that hurts me most is when I'm wanderin' alone
And no one cares enough to ask me why.

Hey, I've been a rambler all my rompin' rovin' days
A railway boy with nothin' for to do
My people waved farewell somewheres down the road
For hobos, friend, are only passin' through."