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Healing Waters
06:46
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Healing Waters
In the days of the human beings
In the battle of the thunder moon,
when the sky was dark with war,
and the air was on fire
the dancers shook the earth,
the ancestors dwelled in the arrows and the spears,
the brave ones fought the souls
of those who died
Chorus:
The Healing Waters of the Great Spirit
Heal the pain,
Peace and honor
The Healing Waters
The fighting stopped when the blizzards came
the rivers froze and the wind was cold,
the Ute and the Arapaho,
in the mountains long ago
Chorus:
and at dawn when the night time spirits rise,
floating to the sun
the shadows of the leaves
look like ghosts climbing trees
Chorus:
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Comanche Moon
08:38
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La luna bella, shines like a pearl in the sky
Trees on the hilltop, looking like people that fly
The wind was so still I could hear those coyotes breathe
Five flaming stars floating to Earth in a weave
Someone was playing a beautiful Mexican tune
Shine like a fire, they call it Comanche Moon
Vaya con Dios
Buenos noches
Adios
Leave all your troubles behind when you walk through this door
I thought I knew it all 'till I met someone who knew so much more
My face turned to leather under the desert sun
I thought I saw God when I looked down the face of a gun
Someone was playing a beautiful Mexican tune
Shine like a fire, they call it Comanche Moon
Vaya con Dios
Buenos noches
Adios
Hide all the pesos and hide all the golden rings,
all the senoritas are hungry and wanting to sing
all of the wranglers are drunk and wanting to play,
and all of the outlaws are fading away
Someone was playing a beautiful Mexican tune
Shine like a fire, they call it Comanche Moon
Vaya con Dios
Buenos noches
Adios
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3. |
I'll Make You a Drum
04:51
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I’ll Make You a Drum
Many moons many suns over 99 years
The buffalo died on the wise open range
So the great spirit left, so we sell cigarettes
And the warriors dance on the Idaho plains
Will you make me a drum, will you make me a drum
So I can make thunder, and bring back the sun
When the trees come alive, when the deer start to run
When the river gets warm, I’ll make you a drum
I heard sounds in my heart, I felt pain in my ears
The fence made of laws to keep us all here
I will run like the wind, I will fight like a bear
You can’t buy my heart, and you don’t own the air
Chorus
In a house made of wood, In the shape of a square
My body might be, But my spirit’s not there
In a circle of strength, In a warrior’s will
The sound of the soul, It’s a sound you can feel
Chorus
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Chief Redbird's Violin
05:18
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Chief Red Bird’s Violin
I learned to play the Fiddle on Chief Red Bird’s violin
A gift to me when I was 21
He had long since left this world and it sat for many years
And gathered dust and longed to play again---
I could feel those Northern Nights—long laced gowns and smoke filled rooms
I could see those young brides and young grooms and hear those old tunes
I learned to play the fiddle on Chief Red Bird’s violin
Only wish that I could play like him
Never even met the man but I could feel his soul
Every time I held his violin
When I touched that ancient wood the past would seem to sing
When I touched that horse hair bow to string
Maybe he was Chippewa—Ottawa or Wyandot
From the Huron—the Iroquois—Pottawatomie
I learned to play the fiddle on Chief Red Bird’s violin
Only wish that I could play like him
Something seemed so mystical when I held his violin
And smelled the inside of his beat up case
I could just imagine as I watched my clumsy fingers
Dancing gracefully across those strings
He was touched when he was born with the amber blood of the burgundy maple tree
Anointed by the autumn dance when the trees turned gold in 1933
Learned to play the fiddle on Chief Red Bird’s violin
Only wish that I could play like him
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Evening in the Everglades
Someone came cut down the trees, killed all the alligators
What're we gonna do if God gets mad?
Johnny Tiger, Billy Wildcat ran into a swamp
Took with them everything they had
Someone died last February. only found his shoes
Ain't no wonder everything is hungry
Oh, the smell of Mother Nature, hanging in my nose
Oh, the smell of noone else has been there
What you gonna do if you ain't got matches?
What you gonna do if you ain't got food?
What you gonna do if you ain't got shelter?
What you gonna do if you can't get sued?
Evenings in the Everglades
Oh how we love
Evenings in the Everglades
Spanish pirates, Spanish moss, hope we find some treasure
Found some comfort from the storm, also found some pleasure
Nights so humid, winds so still, hurricane is coming
Cypress trees house the spirits, seminole are running
Chorus
Someone gives some great tattoo, then she reads your fortune
Cast your waters to the wind
Cast your eyes to Neptune
Snakes that walk and bugs that slide Outside the seminary
Dolphins talk spirit talk, ain't no dictionary
Chorus
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Apache Wind
05:59
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Apache Wind
Seems we’re living on the edge of a shadow,
Seems we’re living in the colder times
When the truth becomes a point of view and the law becomes a crime
In the crossfire of opinion when all virtue turns to sin
Swim against the raging river
Fly upon Apache Wind
When the holy ones are laughed at
When the old ones go to sleep
When the buildings start to crumble and the trees begin to weep
When the birds are lost in winter, and don’t know where they’ve been,
Swim against the raging river
Fly upon Apache Wind
To reward with fame and fortune when an artist sells his soul
When it’s time to bury magic in some long forgotten hole
When the eagles become portraits or sculptures made of tin
Swim against the raging river
Fly upon Apache Wind
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7. |
The Lost Sea
06:45
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The Lost Sea
Chorus:
In the Cherokee caves,
at the Lost Sea,
Deep in the hills
of eastern Tennessee
You'd know what I mean,
If you've seen what I seen,
If you've been where I've been,
If you lived in my skin
There ain't no colors,
If there ain't no light,
Underground fish,
a wondrous sight
Chorus:
Bridge:
The fire still burns,
after 10,000 years,
you can still smell the smoke,
of the tribes that were here.
Chorus:
The poor rebel soldiers,
lay down and bleed,
The runaway slaves
fight to be free,
and the Yankee boys
don't know what they hear
The echoes of hell,
The demons of fear
© 2014 Michael On Fire
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MichaelOnFire.com
From his beginnings as a songwriter working out of Detroit’s famed United Sound Studios, to his recordings with the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section, to the progressive jazz of Prismatic, to the years in L.A. and Nashville, making records with Stephen Stills, and Joe Vitale, to the nonstop touring, Michael On Fire has been relentless in his commitment to creative expression and musical performance. ... more
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