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Aboriginal Burial Ground
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A song that begins with recognition of what's been taken; a lamentation; then a call for healing and rebirth. It's not about anything I experienced personally, but we all do.
canadian roots folk rock
Folk roots rock with an occassional country twist; Canadian music, bluesy, jazzy, Indian music
Howard Gladstone’s deceptively simple songs of social & personal observation & reflection offer vivid locales and interesting characters and their stories. With a craftsman approach to lyric writing, and an engaging laid -back vocal delivery, this is folk roots country - influenced music, performed by Howard Gladstone with a stellar band. Enjoy it live, or on two independently released studio recordings. www.howardgladstone.com
Song Info
Genre
Country • Alternative Country
Charts
Peak #601
Peak in subgenre #109
Author
Howard Gladstone
Rights
SOCAN
Uploaded
October 25, 2005
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MP3 5.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Travelling through Upper New York state, wondering about the people who lived in this places before...
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Aboriginal Burial Ground The winding road snakes round Through dead men’s curves and sleepy towns They kept it all so very well hid The sparkling sunshine smiles Along the deadly turnpike miles Just the way it always did In the days of yore In the days before Roads cut scars on this land The howling highway screams Over dead men’s dreams That have crumbled in their hands The eagle still lives And he won’t forgive This new Pontiac on his land So many tears were cried Look at how many have died Now the white man owns this land If you look up high There are three crows in the sky Or they might be eagles coming down They’ll be on their way Well past the close of day Through this Indian burial ground The sacred groves hold no name There’s nobody left to blame Now police roadblock this land Don’t talk to me about sorrow The stars will shine tomorrow The spirit within abounds I know that it can find me Shelter, caress, and guide me Till the wind in our souls will be calmed Our father was the star shine Our mother is the earth We know what it’s worth The roads will be cracked and gone The truth known to everyone No man owns this land The four corners stretch away Our rising spirits at play In our holy home, this earth
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