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First Remembered Things
01:58
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Don't stare.
Don't pull your hair.
Don't touch yourself.
Stop wishing!
It won't rain,
Cotton picking
Little girl.
These are the first remembered things.
The first remembered things.
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"Swear By The Horn"
04:48
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This land belongs to no one, belongs to no one, belongs to no one.
This land belongs to no one, belongs to no one, without language.
This land bore salt, this land bore oil, and this land bore silk.
So became cities of salt, cities of oil, and cities of sin.
Still this land belongs to no one, belongs to no one, belongs to no one.
So I'm singing songs of silk and salt of the earth.
One, two, three, four!
"You should not be afraid of jade.
I have not worked so hard for you to be.
And I swear by the horn
I will not let you disappear."
I will not be afraid of jade.
I have not worked so fucking hard to be.
And I swear by the horn
I will not disappear.
Swear by the heart, and you swear by the horn, and we swear by the heart this is home, home, home, home.
So what to do when experiencing a loss of formerly high summits, summits above?
Baby, what to do when experiencing a loss of formerly high summits, summits above?
One, two, three!
We will not be afraid of jade.
We have not worked so fucking hard to be.
And we swear by the horn we will not disappear.
Home, home, home, home,
Har, har, har, har, har, har, har, har, har
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The seven tents take 15 years, the seven tents take 16 years, the seven tents 18 years, the seven tents take my whole life.
Hitchin'.
No mom and dad, they won't understand how you were chosen to be the next shaman.
Hitchin' along.
Itchin'.
And I seem calm, seem quiet, composed enough,
But I've seen the most grotesque things that you will ever know.
And I stand tall, right on time, sober enough,
But I've been the most grotesque things that you will ever know.
Hitchin'.
Witchin' along.
Witchin' song.
We're all little gods.
We're all little gods.
We're all little gods.
Hitchin' along.
So it's been fifteen years, so it's been sixteen years, so it's been eighteen years, so it'll be my whole life.
Never ever read into luck.
Never really like that word anyway.
I see so clear the shoes I wear are from the scalps of my enemies.
I see so clear the shoes I wear are from the scalps of my enemies.
I see so clear the shoes you wear are from the scalps of your friends.
Hitchin' a song,
All along.
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4. |
Chief Carry-The-Kettle
02:45
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Two Tattoos, we've espied your beauty.
With a smile, inspired an unusual voice.
H'oh, H'oh!
Two Tattoos saw the most unusual sight.
Sharpens her knife and threatens a fearful whisper.
H'oh, H'oh!
H'oh, H'oh!
H'oh, H'oh!
H'oh, H'oh!
H'oh, H'oh!
H'oh, H'oh!
H'oh, H'oh!
H'oh, H'oh!
Said, "I will stare upon him with love in my eyes.
Wrap my arms around him and embrace in the singing."
H'oh, H'oh!
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The Moon and the Sun have always been the ones.
And the Stars in the Sky forever our guides.
Here we are.
Come on the Night or we'll shiver in the Light.
Come out sweet friends, for this is not the end.
Here we are.
Let's get 'em.
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
As a head only, I roll around.
And I stand on the rim of my nest.
I am enveloped in flames.
What am I?
What am I?
I the song, I walk here.
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
We wonder through the dark.
Empty goes our hearts.
Brush our hands on cold walls,
But suffer not for me.
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
Ha-hi, ha-hi, ha-hi!
But suffer not for me.
Here we are,
Let's get em'.
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What's on your mind rattlesnake eyes?
What's on your mind, baby?
What's on your mind, babe?
So things have become clear.
So things have become.
I am the mountain.
Old and new, and old and forgiven.
Old and new, and old and forgiven.
Come up to the bank, remain for days
On a path precariously worn.
What's on your mind rattlesnake eyes?
And when you get to the top
Don't forget where you came from.
So things have become clear.
So things have become.
I am the mountain.
Old and new, and old and forgiven.
Old and new, and old and forgiven.
Come up to the bank, remain for days
On a path precariously worn.
What's on your mind rattlesnake eyes?
And when you get to the top
Don't forget where you came from.
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Rock Thunder, Rock.
Rock Thunder, Rock.
Rock Thunder, Wounded Warrior.
Ah'oo, Ah'oo, Ah'oo.
Said, "Gather wood, build a fire, and let me die like a warrior."
I will paint my face black
To avenge the death of a great marksmen.
Ah'oo, Ah'oo, Ah'oo.
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8. |
Wolf Brother
02:56
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Cougar One, you saved me
From the moment I turned twenty-eight.
Captured One, so bravely
Helped a boy in his exploit
To become a man.
Let him talk.
What does he tell you?
And are you sure of what you say?
You listen without expression,
Used to the ways before fire, fire, fire, fire.
You're seeing things ahead of other people.
Your ways are wordless.
Let's find the herds.
There is snow upon the peak.
Cougar One, time is closing in.
Night has come,
We've not been discovered.
Let's get in the water and rage.
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9. |
The Ghost Horse
03:38
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If I could charm wild horses
With a H'oh, H'oh!
Softly singing as a brave.
If I could herd wild voices
With a H'ah, H'ah!
I won't hurt you or your flint colored eyes.
Little did I wonder that you are the leader.
Steel blue frame melting the night.
Oh, ah, ah. ah, ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, he, he!
Your were to be my pride,
Riding soundly
With a H'oh, H'oh!
Steady and silent.
A holy loyalty.
Off to fight the enemy.
Ghost horse.
Ghost horse.
Ghost horse.
Ghost horse.
You have turned killer now
With a H'ah, H'ah!
Jumpin' and gone.
Riding by night.
Feigning the demise of your kind.
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10. |
The Carnival Of Peace
02:56
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Easy come, easy go.
Easy come, easy go.
Easy come, easy go.
Easy come, easy go.
Round and round
We ride our most prized horses.
Round and round
We ride our most prized.
Round and round colored ribbons to the ground,
On the carnival of peace.
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11. |
Outlaw
03:56
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What could I be but a prophet and a liar?
Whose mother was a lephrecan,
Whose father was a friar.
Teethed on a crucifix
And cradled under water.
What could I be but a fiend's goddaughter?
And who could be my playmates
But the adder and the frog?
That was got 'neath furze bush
And born in a bog?
And what could be my singing
But christened at an altar
Of Ades and Credos and Psalms out of the Psalter.
My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night.
But ah' my foes,
And oh' my friends
It gives a lovely light.
Outlaw!
Outlaw!
There could come to be no common spawn
For the love of a priest for a lephracan.
You have never seen and you never will see
Such things as the things that swaddled me.
My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night.
But ah' my foes,
And oh' my friends
It gives a lovely light.
My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night.
But ah' my foes,
And oh' my friends
It gives a lovely light.
My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night.
But ah' my foes,
And oh' my friends
It gives a lovely light.
And after all's said,
And after all's done,
What could I be
But a harlot
And a nun?
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12. |
No More Roving
05:42
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Sedimentary heaven
On the road to the Sun.
Sedimentary heaven
On the road to the Sun.
There are rocks,
There are radges,
There are scratches
In our feet.
But it's the road,
It's the wanderin',
It's the people that we meet.
Let me walk,
Let me wiggle,
Let me dance
Down the line.
Let me walk,
Let me wiggle,
Let me dance
Down the line.
Take my hand,
Twirl me,
Show me,
Spin me,
Lift me off my feet.
It's the road,
It's the wanderin',
It's the people that we meet.
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