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letra de the song of crazy horse - j.d. blackfoot

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[intro]
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 l1ck 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”

[verse 1]
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 counted
long before it snowed
and someday great white father you will know my name

[verse 2]
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 bluecoat soldiers came
but we just taught you a heap big lesson
in the battle of a hundred slain
and someday great white father you will know my name

[verse 3]
in the june of ’76
our nation joined its hands
we made our camps on the little big h-rn
not knowing of your plans
you sent your long-haired custer
with the seventh cavalry
to hunt and k!ll my children
for wanting to be free
and i think it’s time great white father that you knew my name

[bridge]
it’s crazy horse, it’s crazy horse
and i wish you were here to see
cause i got yellow hair cornered at the big h-rn
and i’m about to set him free

ride to the village to get my oglalas’
the sans arc and the minneconjous’
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 lookin’ and shoutin’ up to heaven
here’s to chivington at sand creek

[—]
hey there mister wagonmaster what do you have inside
hidden underneath of that buffalo hide
could it be you brought to me some food from the man back east
so my starving children could have a feast

[—]
hey mother come look and see
what the master 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 you better run
because my men been havin’ lots of fun
on your alcohol, tobacco, and guns
alcohol, tobacco and guns

[—]
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 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 still is run
on his alcohol, tobacco, and guns
alcohol, tobacco, and guns

[verse 4]
now you try to trick me
and lock me up in jail
where would a stupid savage
find the bondsman or the bail
i turn to run for i am scared
i 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

[verse 5]
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

[verse 6]
brown rivers once were blue
now the fish float upside-down
ancestral burial grounds
that’s where you’ve 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 life shine on

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 life 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

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 illusion casts its die
and the horse that dances starts to fly
rhythms of metamorphosis 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 sp-ce 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
and try and find a way
to bring your sunken love back to the surface

sail on silver clouds straight through the fire
like a lily pad adrift on a windless sea
clinging to the breast of mother nature
together sailing beautiful and free

ride away

[—]
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
and 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
ride away
so ride away
ride away
so ride away
ride away

[outro]
crazy horse he was laid to rest
on a creek called wounded knee

- j d blackfoot

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