Taken from the forest to the desert land
lying face down in the sand I thought I was dreaming.
White man wants the gold, the oldest story ever told.
An in the end my people would die.
Son don’t ever trust a white man
He’ll burn you home and take your land
He will leave you face down in the desert to die.
On May 28, 1830 the Indian Removal Act
was signed into law by President Andrew Jackson.
I could just drop at any second,
Cause I’m living right on the limit.
Got to stand up and keep movin on.
This world a lot of angry got to crack a smile
It Ain’t no matter what they do or what they say
My life happens anyway so just as long as I am standing
I’m going to stay up late and rock it all night long.
When every note is played
every sound has been made
The clock has run down
till there is no ticking sound
I take my guitar from the dusty old case
With a touch of a string spring a smile on my face
Put a stone in my fingers put my ear to the ground
With the universe whisper of the earth going round
With the beat of the waves and the tune of the sea
The rush of the wind splash a smile right on me
Rock with the ocean and roll with the sea
To the whisper of the earth in a timeless song.
We see you Donnie.
We see what your trying to do.
Divide a conqure,
Has been your whole life through.
You lied with laughter,
Never thought it through.
You made a disaster.
Now the people pay for you.
Angels breathe fire Children dance long before they walk
A world filled with desire and now the mechanical demons talk
I can’t get no higher but the pain just won’t leave
My preacher is a liar now my cop is a thief
While politicians turn traitor warriors are still dying in the street
The lost children’s faces just remind me of who I used to be
The haters are my brothers the lovers are my friends
They spend their time sitting around making so many useless endless battle plans
It’s the same old news on a different day
The world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see
Sometimes the dream gets lost in the fog and the drinks
Turns out you only see what you want it to be
One side is on fire the other may drown
It Might be time to stand me up somebody help me get me out of this town
Sister morphine in my dream don’t you know I need you now
Somebody wake me up somebody help me wake me up somehow
It’s the same ole story told a different way
A world gone crazy tiny heads right on the TV
Their words so cold and the children cry
Still our warriors are dying lying in the street
It’s the same ole world as when I was 16
Something told me you better run and I did not hesitate
Now I see that I am not alone there are so many like me
Trust me now you know your dream going to turn into a reality
It’s the same ole notes on a different day
A world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see
The childhood dream lost in the smoke and the trees
Turns out you are just who you pretended to be
I’m still here, what a dream
A mind never did awaken,
to see the real world around us
Not bad nor good it’s just a roll of the dice
some people were born to see and some just to dream
who is to say which is the best or which way is right
When you first awaken and you see the others around you,
some can see and you think the others will someday awaken.
that does not happen,
so the ones who truly see from the beginning,
are the chosen few