Mission Drive
Forget about music and alcohol to
Forget about yer baby, we've got other work for you
Better drink yer glasses empty now, it's time to rise 'n shine
There's one less cause in the world to be leavin' for
It was back in '39 when I was one year old
Sitting by the backyard fence and the world had turned to cold
Drink yer glasses empty now was all that they were told
Drink yer glasses girls and boys, it's time to hit the sky
To the tune of thunder, there's no time to wonder why
We'd love to take life over, that is plain<
Among The Americans
[ music: Robert Buck & Dennis Drew/lyric: Natalie Merchant ]
dance to the sun
a kiss to the earth
embrace a stone
come the small black book
come the brandy cask
one strange disease
the well worded paper
signed by the drunken
hands of thieves
and suddenly
they were told to leave
as the snake uncoiled on a road
the length was eighty miles
wagons' weary horses
lead the feverish exiles
barefoot in the early snow
on a ridge
where they beheld their home
coarse and barren
not the haven
promised by the Father
Jaksa Chula Harjo
Jaksa Chula Harjo
Jaksa Chula Harjo **
the Red Sticks first and
the Dancing Ghosts were
pierced with arms of fire
and the weeping widows
left could not avenge
so the Western Star manifest its will
drove them clear into the Pacific O
gone the way of flesh
turned pale and died
by your god's decree
for he hated me
** Cherokee name for Andrew Jackson
the 7th president of the U.S.A.