Great Plains Lyrics

161C. Cheyenne Outbreak Marker, Fort Robinson, Nebraska, 2006. Neg Deleted.

Track 1 Sitting Bull Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

On the banks of the Missouri River a young man reflects on life. Before him lies the bones of a greater man. His name was Sitting Bull as he walked the Earth. A guiding spirit in the search of true humanity. *His spirit and soul still roam the valleys of his homelands. The north winds carry his words for all to hear. Riches await the open hearted. Riches await the open hearted. A wise and spiritual leader was the Hunkpapa holy man. Never once did he lose his faith for his culture and way of life. A Napoleon of the plains his banner drew the discontented. Sacrifice and pain mattered little to this man. *His spirit and soul still roam the valleys of his homelands. The north winds carry his words for all to hear. Riches await the open hearted. Riches await the open hearted. In later life the Ghost Dance would rekindle his youthful rage. As his people suffered reservation life he would not stand still. With the gasp of a dying breath the metal breasts took his life. A great man is born not made from the cradle to the grave. * His spirit and soul still roam the valleys of his homelands. The north winds carry his words for all to hear. Riches await the open hearted. Riches await the open hearted. * His spirit and soul still roam the valleys of his homelands. The north winds carry his words for all to hear. Riches await the open hearted. Riches await the open hearted.

Medicine Water, Clinton, Oklahoma, 1926.

Track 2 Medicine Water Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

The storm clouds of war hung heavy in the air. Time had arrived for a fight to the death. Rise up Cheyenne follow your leaders to war a culture in tatters with glory no more. Political intrigue and propaganda lies spread to the east like a wild raging fire. Capture Medicine Water with all haste a murderous villain of a noble race. *Flee north with the Sacred Arrows. Go like the wolf and never look back. And always remember to travel on rainbows. And always remember to travel on rainbows. Shackled in irons were thirty-two men including a women thrown into the pen. Shipped on a dark and steaming train to a prison of sand walls in a far away place. The coward Romero spreads his lies of deceit for his own human greed. The war chief would never lose his faith. Returning home a hero to all who still believed. *Flee north with the Sacred Arrows. Go like the wolf and never look back. And always remember to travel on rainbows. And always remember to travel on rainbows. A dimly lit past still flickered brightly as the cold winds of age swept the plains. Regalia adorned and saddled mount years of progress would not change his mind. Riding the ranges of a timeless land flooded with memories of the Cheyenne. Fences scorned the old man rode on show me the respect that I demand. *Flee north with the Sacred Arrows. Go like the wolf and never look back. And always remember to travel on rainbows. And always remember to travel on rainbows. *Flee north with the Sacred Arrows. Go like the wolf and never look back. And always remember to travel on rainbows. And always remember to travel on rainbows.

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Track 3 In Dreams Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

A life is full of times of pride and joy. Our tears are mirrors of what we really mean to say. Sub-conscious whispers words to touch the soul. And deep down I know I don’t want it any other way. * Sail away with me (Sail away) – we will – Fly away in dreams (Fly away). I’ve pushed my limits and stumbled into success. With clearer vision of what it means to be alive. I’ll take my chances and see as time unfolds. If dreams are gambling and all my aspirations gold. * Sail away with me (Sail away) – we will – Fly away in dreams (Fly away). A life of sorrow regrets are wasted time. A brighter tomorrow is not promised and hard to see sometimes. In this great journey / we have to stand our ground. And strive for greatness create your kingdom and earn your crown. * Sail away with me (Sail away) – we will – Fly away in dreams ( Fly away). * Sail away with me (Sail away) – we will – Fly away in dreams (Fly away).

161C. Cheyenne Outbreak Marker, Fort Robinson, Nebraska, 2006. Neg Deleted.

Track 4 Lightning Creek Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

Twentieth century dawned the wild west was gone. Sheriff Miller roamed the land enforcing the law. The red man came to enjoy the new dawn. Gathering plants for the sick at home. Hunting rights started the bloody fight. The lawmen opened fire causing a living hell. Dead and dying covered the dusty ground. Many good men were no more. * Steps and memory was all they had years after that fateful day. The elders returned to re-claim the souls of their fallen men. Coyote howl tonight out loud. Years after that fateful day. Call to remind us of those truths that lay on the winds. Over the barren plain the sheep herder Cook came. Searching for trophies from that tragic day. Far from their homes the dead men lay. Innocent victims lives swept away. * Steps and memory was all they had years after that fateful day. The elders returned to re-claim the souls of their fallen men. Coyote howl tonight out loud. Years after that fateful day. Call to remind us of those truths that lay on the winds.

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Track 5 Sweet Medicine Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

A lone shadow of a man stands across a barren plain. The least of seven young men. Carries the bounty of the gods. And in the wisdom of his words rings the chime of salvation. A means of order to a land. True honour. *Can you hear them in the night the victims of some foolish stand. Once proud peoples lives denied – and I could never understand. And if you knew what I know now you’d find it hard to feel the same. Just step outside your squares of life. Over time these great men fell target to a ruthless breed. Raided on their own lands. Sappa Creek tragedy. Stripped of their homes and food they ran towards the north, to higher land. Out gunned and out manned. No justice. *Can you hear them in the night the victims of some foolish stand. Once proud’s peoples lives denied and I could never understand. And if you knew what I know now you’d find it hard to feel the same. Just step outside your squares of life. Now on reservation soil these people battle still in life. Working hard to carry on. Almost all their lands now gone. But look into the eyes of men and see that soul remains unscathed. Strength and pride in every one. Real power.

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Track 6 Crazy Horse Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

A long time ago began a story. A romance of nature and glory. Of a man whose presence lies. In natural bond, not social ties. An inspiration to some but. Other fools would rather see him hung. The clouds of jealousy blinded their eyes. And led a hero to demise. * A good day to fight. A good day to die. Brave hearts. A good day to fight. A good day to die. Brave hearts. A good day to fight. A good day to die. Brave hearts. A good day to fight. A good day to die. Brave hearts. Spiritual wisdom guided his hand. As did love for his people and lands. Always a pillar of charity. And protector of community. A life of deeds and valour done. Spurs the legend of Oglala son. Now his bones of rock shall speak. Forever from a mountain peak. * A good day to fight. A good day to die. Brave hearts. * A good day to fight. A good day to die. Brave hearts. A good day to fight. A good day to die. Brave hearts. A good day to fight. A good day to die. Brave hearts.

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Track 7 Hands of Time Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

The dreamer walks across a grassy plain. Fireflies dance over evening flames. With curious mind and worldly pain. The drifter pushes on his quest to awe generations yet still to call. Without dreams there’s no future plan. * Stop look and listen shake the hands of time. Don’t let the system control your mind. Stop look and listen shake the hands of time. Don’t let the system control your mind. Fools Crow a man of honour. Proud and admired by his people. A life of near one hundred years. To spread the teachings of life’s Mystery. A man of vision still revered. His message echoes through the years. *Stop look and listen shake the hands of time. Don’t let the system control your mind. Stop look and listen shake the hands of time. Don’t let the system control your mind. The worldly pain now a misty past. The drifters dream complete at last. Honour brings contempt to pass. The future bright for noble clan. No more lies walk tall big men. Grace this Earth and grace it well. * Stop look and listen shake the hands of time. Don’t let the system control your mind. Stop look and listen shake the hands of time. Don’t let the system control your mind.

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Track 8 Reach Up Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

What lies behind expressions. Reaches deep into depression. And in the mind creates perplexing. To make you forget the fortunes you hold. Under pressure and out of time. More problems stem within the mind. But draw your strength and take a hold. These things are sent to test the bold. * Reach Up I will. Reach Up I will. Reach Up I will. Reach Up. Sadistic soulless leaches scold you. Mountains of bills arise around you. And rip the rug from underneath you. Another hand held out to pay. Grasp your aspirations in mind. And pull them through the hardest times. With dreams like feathers afloat on the winds. And heart as heavy as pains of the day. Reach Up I will. Reach Up I will. Reach Up I will. Reach Up. In your time things loom to jade you. Liars fakes and bigots plague you. But walk on tall and let me say that. Nothing is greater than wielding soul. Because true freedom is expression. And nothing shapes you like your passions. And these things from you can’t be taken. Your life is in your control. Reach Up I will. Reach Up I will. Reach Up I will. Reach Up.

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Track 9 Great Plains Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

Land of flowing rivers. Mountains and open spaces. The Great Plains calls out my name. A ghostlike nomadic culture. Of people that are still with us. Invaded by another breed of man. The northwest winds still sends chills. Twist and cast their cold spells. Their land is still the same. * Driven by natures hand as if life had just began. The Great Plains engulf the warrior spirit found in everyone. The eons of time will change nothing. Only stones remain undone. And in time the strange man of the Oglala’s will return. Bison returned to their home. On grassy plains once their own. An epic story of a land. Markers of heroes dot the land. The Plains call to all spirit of man. A true freedom born of pain. A place so many hold dear. Smell burning sweet grass in the air. Embrace the magic found there. * Driven by natures hand as if life had just began. The Great Plains engulf the warrior spirit found in everyone. The eons of time will change nothing. Only stones remain undone. And in time the strange man of the Oglala’s will return.

Big Horn Mountains, Wyoming, USA, 2011.

Track 10 Angel’s Play Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

Sometimes I wonder where I’d be without you here. My inspiration and my light throughout the years. In every breath I take and everything I do. All my hopes and dreams they all depend on you. *So I called to the world the joy of my prize. While the light of the moon shines bright in your eyes. And I could die tonight and it would be okay. I know I’ll see you in heaven because that’s where Angels’ Play. The many tears been shed and dark days all alone. They bring contempt to bare that leeches to my soul. And many times alone on brittle knees I’d pray. You looked into my eyes and swept them all away. * So I called to the world the joy of my prize. While the light of the moon shines bright in your eyes. And I could die tonight and it would be okay. I know I’ll see you in heaven because that’s where Angels’ Play. I wonder would you mind if I stare at you for a while. Or if I reach out caress your cheek and smile. These simple pleasures surely take my breath away. And leave me strong enough to laugh away the day. * So I called to the world the joy of my prize. While the light of the moon shines bright in your eyes. And I could die tonight and it would be okay. So I called to the world the joy of my prize. While the light of the moon shines bright in your eyes. And I could die tonight and it would be okay. I know I’ll see you in heaven because that’s where Angels’ Play.

Plains Indian Museum Powwow, Cody, Wyoming, USA, 2008.

Track 11 Lakota Spirit Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

In the days before the white man came into our lands. The Lakota people were free and their spirits soared high. Later on we found out at the Blue Water Slim Buttes and Wounded Knee. That his treaties were like twigs, easily broken and carried by the wind. * Take flight Lakota Nations like the eagle above your lands. Fly high Lakota Nation and continue to inspire your brother man. Our leaders were wise and noble men Sitting Bull Red Cloud and many more. They understood that with passing of time the Lakota Nation would be no more. At the Greasy Grass we fought one last time to preserve our way of life. Like leaves on the autumn winds the bluecoats fell dying to the ground. * Take flight Lakota Nations like the eagle above your lands. Fly high Lakota Nation and continue to inspire your brother man. We could never understand their greed for more land. Keeping us hungry destitute and penned up in reservation lands. Even with empty bellies our soul has still survived. Our young men are strong hearts once again. They could never ever break our pride. * Take flight Lakota Nations like the eagle above your land. Fly high Lakota Nation and continue to inspire your brothers. Fly high Lakota Nation like the eagle above your lands. Take fight Lakota Nations and continue to inspire your brother man.

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Track 12 Coyote Man Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

Crazy Cat walks through the blinding snow. Honouring customs of his clan. Time to name the boy born in a tepee. Hahu the warrior. * Needs are important wants are not. Money for needs but it often buys wants. Spiritual bankruptcy covers the land. Spiritual bankruptcy covers the land. Young man ventures out across the land. Searching for work along the road. Jobs were many for athletic hands. But respect was rarely shown. * Needs are important wants are not. Money for needs but it often buys wants. Spiritual bankruptcy covers the land. Spiritual bankruptcy covers the land. Time to think back on his journey’s path. Revealing wisdom he was shown. Mother Earth’s great circle of life. Brings this Lakota home. In the night the Coyote calls. Paha Sapas sacred world. To the Black Hills his peoples home. With his life’s work he’s fulfilled. * Needs are important wants are not. Money for needs but it often buys wants. Spiritual bankruptcy covers the land. Spiritual bankruptcy covers the land. *  Needs are important wants are not. Money for needs but it often buys wants. Spiritual bankruptcy covers the land. Spiritual bankruptcy covers the land.

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Track 13 Buffalo Medicine Horns Music & Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth and Chris Fisher

Crazy days and nights running through my head. Aching with thoughts of you. Why the hell did we not end this thing yet. Time’s come for us to say goodbye. * Fast track highways glitter with light. But Buffalo Medicine Horns are always in sight. Exploding fire in my mind. Buffalo Medicine Horns are in sight. Cannot stop thinking of you and our life together. Why in the hell did we not end this sooner. A love match in heaven I don’t think so. The time has come for some resolution. * Fast track highways glitter with light. But Buffalo Medicine Horns are always in sight. Exploding fire in my mind. Buffalo Medicine Horns are in sight. They say the spirits are guiding your thoughts. But this love would always come undone. The good times we shared have past that’s for sure. Gotta find a way to get you gone. * Fast track highways glitter with light. But Buffalo Medicine Horns are always in sight. Exploding fire in my mind. Buffalo Medicine Horns are in sight. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. What was I thinking when I saw you. Will you ever stop tormenting my soul. For the final time we are through. * Fast track highways glitter with light. But Buffalo Medicine Horns are always in sight. Exploding fire in my mind. Buffalo Medicine Horns are in sight.

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