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Interesting song set to Native American-ish chant !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEzRUSA5hls



The wind don’t have to hurry
Blowin’ across my bones
Rollin’ up the pastures
Smoothin’ out the stones

There’s fire on the mountain
Dark angels in the trees
The wind don’t have to hurry
They’re takin’ what they please

Now the thought police are coming
Right up to your door
They say you have no liberty
If you’re who they’re looking for

No writ of habeas corpus
No platform of dissent
The wind don’t have to hurry
Only the wind knows where you went

The wind don’t have to hurry
Blowing through my soul
I sold for gold and diamonds
And buried in this hole

They bought my love a pistol
They put it to her head
Now the wind don’t have to hurry
She was already dead

Hear the circle. The structure of the Universe according to the shaman.

I'm not a devotee of the past. If we have to go into disambiguation of peoples who mixed in wars since the dawn of humanity... we would have to go back to the amoebea stage.

I do believe it is necessary to have commun codes, besides all the originals wich is not a contradiction. Call this biodiversity, call this wealth, body&soul.

Now, our "older brothers" they speak wise, they speak true in matters like inheriting the Earth from the ancients, having to take care of It wisely to pass It to the next generations.

"Gold and diamonds" do not worth a dime compare to our ecosystem.

This brings me back to New Orleans (train country style).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJMVj04lfyo

Hey Tchoc ...yeah Willie & Waylon. And Johnny & Kris - they should just carve them up on the Big Bend and be done with it. Johnny Cash can be the honorary Texan...he is close enough.
But there are others - lesser known - who may sometimes cut a deeper groove.


Another song about the wind - Tom Russell singing Santa Ana Wind live

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7t2-IiqdQi4

When these old adobe walls
Turn to dust and finally fall
And the creatures of the night call out your name
Mother nature, she'll grab hold
Of all the things that we've let go
Here comes an ill-intentioned wind that knows your name

In the desert it begins to build
Near Gila Monster Hills
A wisp of dust, then a whisper, then a curse
Soon it's 90 miles an hour
Past El Centro water towers
Look out, El Cajon, you'll be the first


When those Santa Ana winds begin to blow
From Death Valley to the wide Pacific shore
Won't be no saints come marchin' in
No movie stars or clergymen
Where will you run when that wind howls 'neath your door?
When that Santa Ana wind begins to roar


California, my home state,
Cars of people sit and wait
They know it's coming, they can feel it in their bones
All that real estate and pride,
All those Indians that died,
While the Spanish priest danced the drunk Fandango

Thay say the troubadours invented love
A thousand years before the flood
They rode from town to town, singing of the mystery
Well, the wind sings its own song
Moving patiently along
Burning down the myth of western history

California, my home state,
Cars of people sit and wait
They know it's coming, they can feel it in their bones

Pretty apocalyptic. Unfortunately,it is also the ugliest truth.

Ah! not being the wind itself, just a poor human being, I have to hurry now!