Full version  Legend of Crazy Horse / Pieśń o Szalonym Koniu
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Full version Legend of Crazy Horse / Pieśń o Szalonym Koniu

August 25, 2019


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 lick 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. 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 a-counted
long before it snowed. And someday Great White Father
you will know my name. 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 Blue Coat 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. In the June of 76′ our Nation joined its hands. We made our camps on The Little Bighorn
not knowing of your plans. You sent your long-haired Custer
with the Seventh Cavalry, to hunt and kill my children
for wanting to be free. And I think it’ s time Great White Father
that you knew my name ! It’ s Crazy Horse – it’ s Crazy
Horse and I wish you were here to see,
cause’ I got Yellow Hair cornered at the Bighorn
and I’ m about to set him free. Ride to the village to get my Oglala’s, the Sans Arc’s and the Miniconjou,
Get Sitting Bull with his band of Hunkpapa’s the Brule’ s and Blackfoot’s too. Ridin’ home from battle came the Cheyenne
ponies with white blood drippin’ from their
feet. Their riders were a lookin’ and a shoutin’
up to heaven here’ s to Chivington at Sand Creek. Hey there mister wagon master
what do ya’ have inside, hidden underneath of that buffalo hide.
Could it be ya’ brought to me some food from the man back east,
so my starvin’ children could have a feast. A-hey mother come look and see,
what the bastard done brought to me – its 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 ya’ better run, because my men been havin’ lots of fun
on your – alcohol – tobacco – and guns, alcohol – tobacco – and guns. Yeah – Now 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 it 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 it still is run – on his
alcohol – tobacco – and guns, alcohol – tobacco – and GUNS. Now you try to trick me and lock me up in
jail, but where would a stupid savage
find the bondsmen or the bail. I turn to run for I am scared and 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. Sioux warriors teach your children
the white mans evil tongue. Make them know the name of Crazy Horse
and the battles he has won. So they will know the truth
when its 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. Brown rivers once were blue now the fish float upside down.
Ancestral burial grounds that’s where you 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 light shine on. I have dreamed the vision of the horse that
dances wild, and I have seen the land of the great beyond.
I am one with this earth as a little child. Let my eternal light shine on. Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
on a creek called Wounded Knee. But there is more buried in his crave
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 crave than the wisest men could see. For Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
on a creek called Wounded Knee. But there is more buried in his crave
than the wisest men could see. Milkweed allusion cast its dye. And the horse that dances starts to fly.
Rhythms of metamorphous 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 light house 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 space 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. Try and find a way –
To bring your sunken love back to the surface. And sail on silver clouds straight through
the fire. Like a lily pad adrift on a windless sea.
A-clinging to the breast of Mother Nature. Together sailing beautiful and free. Ride away lord –
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.
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 yeah – Ride away – Ride away – Ride away –
Ride away yeah – Oh yeah – For Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee – The Song of Crazy Horse
Words & Music by: J D Blackfoot © 1973 Published by: Tokala Music

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  1. I bought this album (vinyl) in 1974, and wore it out. Bought the CD directly from JD Blackfoot a few years ago and have about wore it out. I think he tells the Red Man's story in a powerful way!

  2. Absolutely Awesome!! I have loved JD's music since a young girl. I still cry when I hear Crazy Horse. For my mother & family are Cherokee.

  3. He is the most loving and caring man,,and loves his people,,so lucky to have met him as a musician and down to earth person. 🎼🎼👍👍

  4. Grew up with this album – very proud that little old New Zealand recorded this and it won album of the year for 1974, even though it related to a world away. He even pays tribute to the "South Island Boys"

  5. Absolutely unique. Only Bruce Cockburn's Gavin's Woodpile is in the same class. I bought this album in 1974 too and I can't tell you how much tequila me and my 1970s redneck friends in 1970s Colorado drank while listening to it. The best places in the world; Wind River, Crow Res, Cheyenne Res and Blackfoot Res. Although I think I experienced the worst beat down of all time at the Blackfoot Res. We bought each other whiskey's afterwards and I don't think I ever needed two or three more in my life. Talk about counting coup.

  6. Ive looked for this song since the 70s. I heard it once on the radio and i didn't catch the name.
    It really left a mark on my soul.

    All life is…
    Imagine, if you will, a world without hate, without prejudice, where we have all left our tears in the past, leaving the anger, hostilities and the injustices of the past behind us. A world where we have all awakened with no memories of wars, of atrocities we have visited upon one another, all wiped clean.
    A world where we are all free to simply love. Is that a place you would want to be a part of?
    Until mankind learns to forgive and embrace our differences, that world will never exist.
    No longer should we separate, but instead come together as a people and hold each of us precious.

  7. I HAVE LISTENED TO THIS SONG SINCE BACK IN 1983 WHEN WE HAD MY OLDER BROTHER ALIVE THEN , HES THE FIRST ONE WHO INTRODUCED THE SONG TO US ….AND I HAD BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS SONG …THANK YOU …👍

  8. Angel manifestation in the spirit that in the war will incarnate in the flesh and throw down the horns and horned serpent dan. Zachariah what have these horseman come to do? To throw down the horns and horned serpent dan that made war with God's people.

  9. The Fetterman Fight, also known as the Battle of the Hundred Slain, was a battle during Red Cloud's War on December 21, 1866, between the Lakota, Cheyenne, and Arapaho Indians and soldiers of the U.S. Army. Ordered to rescue a besieged wood-wagon train, Captain William J. Fetterman and 80 men were decoyed over Lodge Trail Ridge by a small number of Indians led by the young Lakota Sioux warrior, Crazy Horse, into a trap where over 1,000 warriors waited. Fetterman's pursuit over the ridge, in violation of Carrington's orders, led to the death of the entire command. Indian oral history accounts indicate that Fetterman himself was killed by famous Sioux warrior, American Horse. At the time, it was the worst military disaster ever suffered by the U.S. Army on the Great Plains. The battle led to an Indian victory, with the U. S. forces withdrawing from the area. Awesome Song Thank You For Sharing

  10. I think we should have a national holiday to celebrate all the tribes and nations. The great leader crazy horse is not remembered as he should be

  11. Me and my cousin listened to this back in early 90's. Brings back memories, he introduced me and I sent it to him recently. He enjoyed. Man time flies

  12. First heard this song in 78 on the first high end kick-butt stereo I had ever listened to. Brings back so many memories. A few other firsts that night. 🙂 It has shaped a lot of my political views since then. I had a 300+ album collection that was a casualty of an ill fated relationship a couple of decades ago. Hope to have the funds to start to piece together a high end 'album room' soon and just found an unplayed copy of this album that will be the very thing I play.

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