"Ripples" genre: Indie
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	The American Indians could only attempt flight or fight after the Europeans came fleeing persecution in Europe or seeking a new market. Today we are all Indians who must rediscover our tribal sense of community, our land, and keep on with our struggle to abolish the market which continues to rape everything external and internal to us
	CD: Songs Of Love And Earth   Label: www.cdbaby.com
	Story Behind the Song Hard to believe all tracks are midi except for a guitar and vocal track! Sounds almost like a real band... In the first verse a dark description of the Indians' loss of a culture, and in the second of our own present one to ecological devastation. But the melody and yearning in this song ultimately renders a hopeful prognosis for humanity... Lyrics Father, I need to learn Why eagles fly away, never return Son, the eagles know That when the land is cursed, it's time to go Father, it's not too clear What curse should fall on us, after these thousand years Son, the Shadow falls The mountains ring with death; hear the bugles call Oh, but the Great Spirits watch us and judge From the Great Plains they store with our love Without trace the white man will deface All the hills and fields to replace With his fear of the wide open space He will offer us sickness and war 'Til their souls have been moved to deplore For their spirits to teach them again How the earth came to live with its men And how men come to live with them ------- Diane, how high we sit Like Gods that watch below, to treasure it Daniel, see those motorways Twist smoke upon the green, cut earth like cake Diane, why do I think That each time we seem to have less earth to drink Daniel, it's ours to steal The earth returns in full for each joy we feel We yearn ever outward and ever beyond Past the footmarks we left by the pond Past the skin that we peeled when we both First tasted our days of full growth Ever outward we lose sight of here Lose the touch of the contact we fear Is that not why the elders marched on Never clinging to Truths that could save Like the white men who came from the waves Their self-oppressed souls to escape, never face

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