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It Is Ours (Remastered)
09:40
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It started with a vision that broke through one day and left me to question, to ponder, to pray. The medicine man stands silently, his back against a tree – bowing his head, tears of red I can see. Hey hey hey
So many times I've heard myself say that the colonial fathers just left too much grey; but I spoke out of my ignorance and I spoke out of spite –
I betrayed how little privilege knows of the wrong side of the rights.
But this is not my story, it is ours.
This is not my story but it is ours.
There are thousands around him all dressed the same with feathers and paint and pride to reclaim. But one by one they join in with the bowing and the tears and then as I watch, one by one disappears. Hey hey hey
The truth of reconciliation keeps me up night after night – no longer in the dark and unprotected in the light. There's nothing like some words to paint a picture so true – those of survivors with nothing left to lose.
See, no one scooped me from my home
No one took my hope away
No one sought to civilize me from my people's ancient ways
No one broke my spirit with violence
No one silenced me with fear of a coming retribution should I whisper in someone's ear.
No one entrusted me to the underfunded and under qualified
No one threatened my dear parents if they listened when I cried
No one dragged me back to some hell when I made it into town
No one whipped me when I tried to burn that-
I tried to burn that madhouse down!
But this is not my story, it is ours.
This is not my story but it is ours.
So I went to the museum and I took a look around but I was just another cowboy on an 'Indian burial ground.' I took a selfie in the designated spot having paid admission's price and the film was shown in German first so I saw the intro twice. Hey hey hey
Heritage moments are complicated- so many bad deals. Pledges made are superficial but the brokenness is real. The faces in the photographs are vacant and forlorn though these residential doors were closed the year that I was born.
But the blood on the soil cries out from the ground
And is dried by the same wind that carries away the sound...
This is not my story, it is ours.
This is not my story, it is ours.
This is not my story, it is ours. It is ours.
This is not my story but it is ours.
[in Plains Cree...]
“Watch the dancers as they dance
Dancers- start dancing”
A little child came and sat beside me in the park with rainbows on her face and peace in her heart; and we listened to the music and we watched the dancers dance and I realized that reconciliation has a chance.
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Onimito
02:06
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[in Plains Cree...]
“Watch the dancers as they dance
Dancers- start dancing”
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Tears On My Forehead
07:00
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Tell me, where do we go from here? Is there an answer in the sky or will it always be the same? We do this and They do that and who knows where forgiveness lies or how long til the promised rain?
It seems to me the R-word is a handshake in the dark: you put out your hand and hold your breath. But when everyone’s heard the story of the little child in the park, it’s clear just how much work is left
And
I am empty- I am aching
I am searching for more words
Sometimes crying or prophesying
Or simply feeling yet unheard
Old men will dream dreams Young men will see things
Upon the day of Thunder’s return
Good medicine words they speak
Foretelling justice and peace
For which all creation yearns
Old men will dream dreams
Young men will see things
The smell of sweet grass all around
Foot prayers and voices strong
The drum gives shape to songs of healing
Tears on my forehead- I am facedown on the ground. My shoulders start to shake. ‘Is there a place for me in this vision?’ I cry out like no one’s around as I feel my heart break
For
I am empty- I am aching
I am searching for more words
Sometimes crying or prophesying
Or simply feeling yet unheard
But
I’m no fighter- no treaty writer
I barely know my rights from my wrongs
I’m no warrior- I’m no lawyer
I pour my prayers into my songs
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Darryl Dozlaw Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
Darryl Dozlaw is a Saskatoon (Treaty 6) singer-songwriter/ multi-instrumentalist. He records as Bewildernest (a collaborative, genre-nonspecific electronic recording context) or simply under his own name for singer/songwriter oriented material. Dozlaw also writes and plays as a member of Oscar's Hollow (Saskatoon based alt-country rock band). ... more
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