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Lyr Req: The Song of Crazy Horse (J. D. Blackfoot)

DDAATT @ AOL.COM 16 Jun 97 - 10:04 PM
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Subject: THE SONG OF CRAZY HORSE
From: DDAATT @ AOL.COM
Date: 16 Jun 97 - 10:04 PM

I AM TRYING TO FIND A COMPACT DISC OF AN ALBUM ENTITLED "THE SONG OF CRAZY HORSE" BY J.D. BLACKFOOT... THIS CD WAS RELEASED IN THE EARLY 90's ON THE TOKALA LABEL... PLEASE CONTACT ME IF YOU HAVE A COPY FOR SALE OR KNOW SOMEWHERE WHERE I CAN FIND THIS CD...THANKS...


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Subject: RE: THE SONG OF CRAZY HORSE
From: Bobby O'Brien
Date: 18 Jun 97 - 08:45 AM

Hey! I see you found this wonderful website! Stop in to the store when you can and tell me what you think of it. I am still searching for the CD for you. See you soon at CCM.

Bobby kincasslagh@worldnet.att.net


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE SONG OF CRAZY HORSE (J D Blackfoot)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 05 Aug 10 - 11:23 AM

Copied from J. D. Blackfoot's web site:


THE SONG OF CRAZY HORSE
Words & Music by: J D Blackfoot © 1973 Published by: Tokala Music

You took his land and you ate his corn,
     And on his grave your land was born.
You took his pride and you fed him dirt,
     You wished him winter without a shirt,
          And you called this red man savage.
And after you crushed him, you helped him up,
     To let him drink from an empty cup.
You gave him the Navy without the fleet,
     And made him lick your hands and kiss your feet,
          And you named this mad dog savage.
Well, I found a book the other day,
     So I looked up red and white to see what it'd say.
One was a savage the other unlearned,
     Like a look in the mirror the tables were turned,
          For history has named you - savage.

In the year of 65 when I was very young,
     We watched the dust clouds to the south;
          We knew that you had come.
We saw you build your chain of forts
     Along the Bozeman Road,
          But Red Cloud had his allies a-counted
               Long before it snowed.
And some day, Great White Father,
     You will know my name.

In December of 66' you met me face to face.
     I decoyed your Captain Fetterman
          And we never left a trace.
Into our sacred homelands
     Your Blue Coat Soldiers came,
          But we just taught you a heap-big lesson
               In the Battle of a Hundred Slain.
And some day, Great White Father,
     You will know my name.

In the June of 76' our Nation joined its hands.
     We made our camps on The Little Bighorn
          Not knowing of your plans.
You sent your long-haired Custer
     With the Seventh Cavalry,
          To hunt and kill my children
               For wanting to be free.
And I think it's time, Great White Father,
     That you knew my name!
It's Crazy Horse - it's Crazy Horse
And I wish you were here to see,
'Cause I got Yellow Hair cornered at the Bighorn
And I'm about to set him free.

Ride to the village to get my Oglalas,
The Sans Arcs and the Miniconjou.
Get Sitting Bull with his band of Hunkpapas,
The Brules and Blackfoots too.

Ridin' home from battle came the Cheyenne ponies
With white blood drippin' from their feet.
Their riders were a-lookin' and a-shoutin' up to heaven:
"Here's to Chivington at Sand Creek."

Hey there, mister wagon master!
     What do ya have inside,
          Hidden underneath of that buffalo hide?
Could it be ya brought to me
     Some food from the man back east,
          So my starvin' children could have a feast?
A-hey, mother. Come look and see,
     What the bastard done brought to me -
          It's alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
          Alcohol - tobacco - and guns

Now I have seen the Eagle soaring
     Beautiful and free.
          I don't want no man to make less of me.
Do you take me for a fool
     Or as a little child?
          And do you really wonder what's made me wild?
Hey, paleface! Ya better run,
     Because my men been havin' lots of fun
          On your - alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
     Alcohol - tobacco - and guns. Yeah -

Now, I have waited patiently
     For you to pay your rent,
          But as yet I haven't seen that first red cent.
I don't think that there's much chance
     Of me evicting you,
          But watch out for the day that you get Sioux'd.
A hundred years have seen the setting sun,
     But his sad country it still is run - on his
          Alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
          Alcohol - tobacco - and guns.
A hundred years have seen the setting sun,
     But his sad country it still is run - on his
          Alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
          Alcohol - tobacco - and GUNS.

Now you try to trick me and lock me up in jail,
     But where would a stupid savage
          Find the bondsmen or the bail?
I turn to run for I am scared and want so to be free.
     I feel the ice-cold bayonet
          As it sinks deep inside of me.
But someday, Great White Father,
     You'll remember me.


Sioux warriors, teach your children
     The white man's evil tongue.
          Make them know the name of Crazy Horse
               And the battles he has won.
So they will know the truth
     When it's knowledge that they crave.
          Let them sing of the land of the free
               And the home of the brave,
And of the Great White Father
     That dug my grave.

Brown rivers once were blue.
     Now the fish float upside down.
          Ancestral burial grounds—
               That's where you built your towns.
The smokestacks from your factories
     They pollute my skies.
          You slaughtered all my buffalo
               And you left me here to die.
And all of this you have done
     In the name of God.
               Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
               On a creek called Wounded Knee,
               But there is more buried in his grave
               Than the wisest men could see.

I have dreamed the vision of the horse that dances wild.
I have seen the land of the great beyond.
I am one with this earth as a little child.
Let my eternal light shine on.

I have dreamed the vision of the horse that dances wild,
And I have seen the land of the great beyond.
I am one with this earth as a little child.
Let my eternal light shine on.

          Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
          On a creek called Wounded Knee,
          But there is more buried in his grave
          Than the wisest men could see.

          Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
          On a creek called Wounded Knee.
          But there is more buried in his grave
          Than the wisest men could see.

          For Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
          On a creek called Wounded Knee.
          But there is more buried in his grave
          Than the wisest men could see.

          Milkweed allusion cast its dye,
          And the horse that dances starts to fly.
          Rhythms of metamorphous leave their stain,
          Memories of happiness kept in vain.

          The target tomorrow is one step beyond
          For lilies of mercy lost on a pond.
          They cry out for freedom to the lighthouse above.
          They are angels of victory, peace, and love.

          Visions of Odin dark and oblique,
          Mind over matter which all men seek,
          A vague understanding with no recourse,
          And a fond remembrance of Crazy Horse.

          Just ride away -
          And travel right out through space and time.
          Try and find a way of leaving the illusion behind,
          And in this sleep your mind will be awakened
          To the calling of a dream that lies within.
          You're just a child, who has but to remember
          That in yourself you just found your best friend.

          So ride away -
          And let your mind go through its metamorphosis.
          Try and find a way -
          To bring your sunken love back to the surface.
          And sail on silver clouds straight through the fire
          Like a lily pad adrift on a windless sea,
          A-clinging to the breast of Mother Nature,
          Together sailing beautiful and free.

          Ride away, lord -
          It's said that Crazy Horse had the power
          To dream himself into the real world -
          And leave the illusion behind.

               DOUBLE CHANT -

          So ride away -
          And don't recall the things that are best forgotten.
          Try and find a way -
          Of picking from the barrel the one that's rotten.
          The key to peace is sitting on your shoulders.
          So knock upon the door and you walk on in.
          You're just a child who has but to remember
          That in yourself you just found your best friend.

          So ride away, yeah - Ride away -
          Ride away - Ride away -
          Ride away, yeah – Oh, yeah -

          For Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
          On a creek called Wounded Knee.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Song of Crazy Horse (J. D. Blackfoot)
From: bobad
Date: 06 Aug 10 - 06:06 AM


THE SONG OF CRAZY HORSE
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