we're at the pow-wow
again,
and
again i feel
the drum beat
and wonder if i
am an indian or
white
we're at the pow-wow
again,
and
again i feel
the drum beat
and wonder
i am an artist
or a bullshiter
amanda told me
about the dream
she had the night we
broke up...
we're at the pow-wow
again,
and
again
i feel the
drum beat
and wonder
if anything
is permanant
we're at the pow-wow
again,
and
again
i feel the
drum beat
and wonder
if i am vision questing
or self destructing
in the dream
all the white people
were gone and the
indians
the hopi
the commanche
the creek
the chickasaw
the choctaw
the soix
and a thousand other tribes
had gathered together
and sang at the worlds biggest
pow-wow
until the salmon
swam back from the sky
and a door opened on the
horizon and the buffalo
came back, stampeding
all the fences
and museums
and burger kings
until there was nothing
left except land
and sky
and spirit
we're at the pow-wow
again,
and
again
i feel the
drum beat
and wonder
why i keep hearing
somone call my
name
we're at the pow-wow
again,
and
again
i feel the
drum beat
and wonder
why i keep hearing
someone call my
name
we're at the pow-wow
and again i am
wondering
if indian
dreams will
ever come
true...
Birth sign: Taurus
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