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Ponderosa pine Makes me pine and ponder, wonder and opine ABOUT the time ABOUT the purple Black Hills South Dakota thunder blues While I'm heavily grounded in my Fluevog shoes So I sing these blues Thoroughly soaked with some reddish hues It's music for the living Words for the dead and it's quarter note triplets for the tears that our parents bled I discovered art, when I saw your face An abundance of lovingly crafted words From your heart with wings And your mouth that sings And the fear that you hide and what that fear brings From California, to istanbul And those silver little thoughts, that sound so cool Near your ear can your hear This long transmission from my busted short wave radio gear You have got a heart with wings You have got a soul that sings Ancient battles, killed the land They made Sitting Bull sit, but he stood like a man And his blood flows in the smoke that I smoke When Black Elk speaks, they were words I spoke You have got, a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings That thursday, I clipped my hunter's gun, And I watched its silver bullets melt in the sun Like the wax from the fake angel's wings You're the one yeah you're the real thing You have got, a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings You have got, a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings |
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The first line of this tune was stuck in Nico's head for a few years. It wasn't until he gave his copy of Black Elk Speaks away that the rest started coming together. While recording Martha's vocals, she instantly came up with that gorgeous melody... Credits:
Words and Music by Nico Audy-Rowland Personnel: Nico: Yairi baritone guitar, Fender Telecaster Deluxe, Roland JD-990, Fender Precision Bass Martha: Vocals Steve Scully: Drums |