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Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted teepee.
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my war lance and my woman.
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving.
This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our Warlord's dead.
Oh, he would not leave the chose ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns.
Oh, great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young,
I've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums.
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild.
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine.
And now you ask that I should watch the red man's race be slowly crushed!
What kind of words are these to hear from Yellow Dog, whom the white man fears?
I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child.
I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride.
I go to search for the yellow moon and the Fathers of our sons,
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold, and the healing waters run.
Trampling down the prairie rose, leaving hoof tracks in the sand.
Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my hands.
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead,
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead.
Now there seems no reason why I should carry on,
In this land that once was my land, I can't find a home.
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming,
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running.
For soon I'll find the yellow moon, along with my loved ones.
Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields without the sound of guns.
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole.
C'mon people. It's better than Half Breed!
hey now...don't knock that. i loved that when i was a kid. she (well, sonny and cher) was my first concert when i was 5 or 6.
Always found this song condescending with a misplaced romantic, colonial take on what Europeans thought First Nations people should be. The term "squaw" makes me cringe.
He's a writer, not a historian.
c.
edit: Listening to this, now, tells me I need to put the album on out in the workshop. LOUD.
Today we have come to understand there was something like +30M people in continental North America at that time. Within a span of 30 years +90% of them were gone, leaving the vast continent open to the plague carriers. There's even a recognition that the blow-back from such a massive die-off is that weather temperatures across the northern hemisphere, and which impacted Europe with crop failures and such from that same period, stems from the die-off. How so? You take away the impact of +28M people making fires and there's a reduction in CO2 emissions and the rest, resulting in cooler temp's. Take that to all our climate change deniers of today. The native Indian die-off had that kind of impact. But the bottom line is history is distortedly written, as it always is, by the victors. And the spoils of all of it goes to the winner. This seems a rule in nature doesn't it? Same as it ever is I suppose.
In any case as smaltzy and inaccurate as this song is it has always had a place in my heart. Call it sentiment; call it an emotional connection; but it speaks to the inequities of the human condition. Life ain't about being fair; it's about survival. And so it goes.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
The Little Ice Age arrived, slowly, around the 14th century. Climate change apparently due to change in the latitude of the jet stream. Bringing significant changes in the weather systems all over the world. It may be true that the death of 28 million people and the subsequent loss of CO2 emissions augmented the cooling climate, The deaths of 24 million Europeans in the 14th century from plague would have added to the loss of CO2. But initial push was a phenomenon of the 14th century.
I happen to love both songs, despite their inaccuracy. NY and EJ/BT are musicians, not historians, and, news flash, musicians sometimes make stuff up.
Best,
c.
C'mon people. It's better than Half Breed!
c.
Agreed. A great song from is best album.
Today we have come to understand there was something like +30M people in continental North America at that time. Within a span of 30 years +90% of them were gone, leaving the vast continent open to the plague carriers. There's even a recognition that the blow-back from such a massive die-off is that weather temperatures across the northern hemisphere, and which impacted Europe with crop failures and such from that same period, stems from the die-off. How so? You take away the impact of +28M people making fires and there's a reduction in CO2 emissions and the rest, resulting in cooler temp's. Take that to all our climate change deniers of today. The native Indian die-off had that kind of impact. But the bottom line is history is distortedly written, as it always is, by the victors. And the spoils of all of it goes to the winner. This seems a rule in nature doesn't it? Same as it ever is I suppose.
In any case as smaltzy and inaccurate as this song is it has always had a place in my heart. Call it sentiment; call it an emotional connection; but it speaks to the inequities of the human condition. Life ain't about being fair; it's about survival. And so it goes.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
You make some good points. It's true that a percentage of the native population was doomed as soon as Europeans set foot on the North American continent due to lack of immunity to European diseases. However it's also true that the United States treated them like vermin to be exterminated, or, failing that, to be herded and corralled into the least valuable land available, unless and until that land proved to have some use (and repeatedly violated their own promises to their indigenous peoples). I think it is shameful how Native Americans are still treated today by a nation that purports to be a worldwide champion of human rights.
Your comments appear to have an air of "oh well, that's just the way the world works, it can't be helped." but I'm not sure if that was your intent.
Every musician, singer and songwriter ever did their best work early. There are no exceptions to this rule.
Your personal list of 9's and 10's is rife with exceptions to this very "rule".
Oh yeah - you're one of those misanthropes, that likes to get a rise out of people, Huh? You liked Elton when he was part of YOUR youth (young, dumb, and full of...well, you know). Anyway, to the point, - here are just some of the artists that were better in later life (and sales figures don't lie.... there bucko): SINATRA, Bonnie Riatt, Green Day, Beethoven, Aerosmith, TINA TURNER, Johnny Cash...shall I go on?
Wake up...the coffee's brewin'
Nice!
Some day we'll need to face what we've done, and to some extent still do, to Native Americans. The sooner the better I say.
Yes, a poignant work of fiction. Though it's not hard to imagine that a wandering warrior might have heard a rumor that Geronimo had been gunned down in the act of surrender, even though it wasn't true, and might have believed it, especially if it aligned with his worldview (Geronimo surrendered several times but was never shot down). Those who passed the information most likely would have also believed it. That sort of thing still happens on a national scale today.
I think the power of this song is not in the accuracy of some of the historical facts or its depiction of tribal culture, it's not a history lesson, however, like a short story, it places the listener in the heart and mind of someone personally affected by historical events that did happen: the wholesale slaughter of peoples and cultures, all in the name of Manifest Destiny. The survivors stripped of their lands and their dignity.
It's odd you know, we have so many SF stories in which technologically superior aliens show up, take over, and the heroic Natives fight them desperately to survive. That's exactly what happened to Native Americans. Those tribes who tried to cooperate didn't fare much better.
Anyway, a nine from me on this one. Peace, one hopes, eventually.
Indeed. Though by the time of the period written by Bernie and sung by Elton something like +90% of the Native American's were already dead; suffering what everyone now understands was a biological holocaust. Those first Indians to greet the first Europeans had no clue, nor did the Europeans for that matter, that they were greeting their deaths. A doom brought to them by ignorant plague carriers and all the rest. They didn't stand a chance against the onslaught of old world biology brought to them by a people almost desperately pursuing a better life than that which was being endured in the old world. They were dead tribes walking with that first hand-shake.
Today we have come to understand there was something like +30M people in continental North America at that time. Within a span of 30 years +90% of them were gone, leaving the vast continent open to the plague carriers. There's even a recognition that the blow-back from such a massive die-off is that weather temperatures across the northern hemisphere, and which impacted Europe with crop failures and such from that same period, stems from the die-off. How so? You take away the impact of +28M people making fires and there's a reduction in CO2 emissions and the rest, resulting in cooler temp's. Take that to all our climate change deniers of today. The native Indian die-off had that kind of impact. But the bottom line is history is distortedly written, as it always is, by the victors. And the spoils of all of it goes to the winner. This seems a rule in nature doesn't it? Same as it ever is I suppose.
In any case as smaltzy and inaccurate as this song is it has always had a place in my heart. Call it sentiment; call it an emotional connection; but it speaks to the inequities of the human condition. Life ain't about being fair; it's about survival. And so it goes.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
https://youtu.be/1S9I4EpFdiA
Some day we'll need to face what we've done, and to some extent still do, to Native Americans. The sooner the better I say.
Yes, a poignant work of fiction. Though it's not hard to imagine that a wandering warrior might have heard a rumor that Geronimo had been gunned down in the act of surrender, even though it wasn't true, and might have believed it, especially if it aligned with his worldview (Geronimo surrendered several times but was never shot down). Those who passed the information most likely would have also believed it. That sort of thing still happens on a national scale today.
I think the power of this song is not in the accuracy of some of the historical facts or its depiction of tribal culture, it's not a history lesson, however, like a short story, it places the listener in the heart and mind of someone personally affected by historical events that did happen: the wholesale slaughter of peoples and cultures, all in the name of Manifest Destiny. The survivors stripped of their lands and their dignity.
It's odd you know, we have so many SF stories in which technologically superior aliens show up, take over, and the heroic Native Humans fight them desperately to survive. That's exactly what happened to Native Americans. Those tribes who tried to cooperate didn't fare much better.
Anyway, a nine from me on this one. Peace, one hopes, eventually.
Oh, the whole lyric is straight from Bernie Taupin, a country boy from Nowheresville, England. Bernie is famously fascinated by the American West and the Civil War, but he is very short on historical accuracy. He can be forgiven: what do us Yanks know about Agincourt or Hastings, for example. He was just writing music, not researching actual events. Don't read too much into his lyrics, that way lies madness.
I an always intrigued by people who think that a place a few miles from a cathedral built in the early 1200's is "nowheresville". Perhaps it is, if you are historically challenged.
Every musician, singer and songwriter ever did their best work early. There are no exceptions to this rule.
That is often true in most creative endeavors but there are exceptions. Alex Chilton and Stevie Wonder come to mind. I guess it also depends on one's definition of the word "early". It does seem like rock 'n' roll is primarily a young man's game, that once once they attain fame and fortune and get older, they lose their edge and their original drive.
Oh yeah - you're one of those misanthropes, that likes to get a rise out of people, Huh? You liked Elton when he was part of YOUR youth (young, dumb, and full of...well, you know). Anyway, to the point, - here are just some of the artists that were better in later life (and sales figures don't lie.... there bucko): SINATRA, Bonnie Riatt, Green Day, Beethoven, Aerosmith, TINA TURNER, Johnny Cash...shall I go on?
Wake up...the coffee's brewin'
Every musician, singer and songwriter ever did their best work early. There are no exceptions to this rule.
Yes, and Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 is a testament to your insight.
Nonsense. There are always exceptions. Look at Bruce Cockburn. He produced a simply stunning run of albums from mid 90s to about 2005, and has been around for years, since the early 70s. Or Paul Simon. Graceland is every bit as good as S&G's early work. No exceptions, eh? Utter tosh.
I don't know if Bruce is a good example. His first two albums were superb - especially High Winds White Sky. But he announced that he would no longer perform those songs because he wrote them before he was born again. Such a shame. Hitchens was right, it does spoil everything.
Every musician, singer and songwriter ever did their best work early. There are no exceptions to this rule.
Nonsense. There are always exceptions. Look at Bruce Cockburn. He produced a simply stunning run of albums from mid 90s to about 2005, and has been around for years, since the early 70s. Or Paul Simon. Graceland is every bit as good as S&G's early work. No exceptions, eh? Utter tosh.
Every musician, singer and songwriter ever did their best work early. There are no exceptions to this rule.
Sure, it's a mess, fact-wise. Have you listened to 'Tumbleweed Connection'? Same mish-mash of historical nonsense. Bernie writes lyrics, not historical treatises. Bernie writes from his emotions, and facts often get lost in the shuffle. Worse, Elton has been known to throw out lyrics that don't fit, muddying the water further still. Just enjoy it (or not) for what it is, don't try to analyze too much.
Agreed, what a stinking pile this one is.
just upped my rating....
Nope.
A subtle difference: the culture and history of the US is often "learned" through television and movies, which often leads to fantastically incorrect interpretations of actual events.
It's like learning about English history from Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, Braveheart, and any movie with "Knight" in the title.
One of my favorite lines from a tune, so sue me...
Really!
I am having trouble determining which white, non-US artist's song on Native American plight is worse.. This song, or Europe's "Trail of Tears."
Europe had better hair.
....pinhead
One of his best, to me..anyway! BT's lyrics are really very eloquent poetry! But the musical arrangements-prob. Paul Buckmaster or Gus Dudgeon-take it the rest of the way home.....powerful & deep at the same time!!!
EJ had a bad stretch of music, but even at his worst, he was better than most artists, if only for his incredible piano playing and his determination. I've got nothing bad to say about him. (Oh, okay - "Island Girl," "Candle in the Wind," "Bennie and the Jets," and "Crocodile Rock," but with a track record as long and impressive as his, I think he can be excused for a few clunkers.)
Really??
Really!
I am having trouble determining which white, non-US artist's song on Native American plight is worse.. This song, or Europe's "Trail of Tears."
Europe had better hair.
Now, I don't want to cause any bad vibes because I actually really dig EJ and I realize what he did here was a tribute of sorts, just was wondering what others thought about this. Thanks!
Oh, the whole lyric is straight from Bernie Taupin, a country boy from Nowheresville, England. Bernie is famously fascinated by the American West and the Civil War, but he is very short on historical accuracy. He can be forgiven: what do us Yanks know about Agincourt or Hastings, for example. He was just writing music, not researching actual events. Don't read too much into his lyrics, that way lies madness.
Really??
Seriously, I'd just as soon hear more "good old Ludwig Van". He didn't suck either. Do we have to hear his 9th EVERY day?
EJ had a bad stretch of music, but even at his worst, he was better than most artists, if only for his incredible piano playing and his determination. I've got nothing bad to say about him. (Oh, okay - "Island Girl," "Candle in the Wind," "Bennie and the Jets," and "Crocodile Rock," but with a track record as long and impressive as his, I think he can be excused for a few clunkers.)
Now, I don't want to cause any bad vibes because I actually really dig EJ and I realize what he did here was a tribute of sorts, just was wondering what others thought about this. Thanks!
"Candle in the Wind" doesn't hold a candle to his early work.
"Candle in the Wind" was released in 1973 - relatively early in their careers.
remember AIM (American Indian Movement)? Russell Means, an activist, was wrongly imprisoned for many years for allegedly shooting a federal agent... he was THE Last Mohican in the movie.. a little movie trivia for y'all....
I have always liked Elton John. Here is another example why.
Yes. Yes it does.
"Candle in the Wind" doesn't hold a candle to his early work.
An absolutely eloquent use of poetry, strings, and piano!! The words blend so well with each chord, and vice versa!! Kinda says it all when you talk about the impact these two made on music during that period...BT sent him the words, and he made it sound like this!!!
...and yes, Gus Dudgeon engineered masterfully!!
"Candle in the Wind" doesn't hold a candle to his early work.
Well, really it was Bernie who was/is obsessed with the American West and the Civil War.
I remember in Junior High, our music teacher played this for us, three times. We had to write about what it meant and how it made us feel. I went and bought 'Madman' that weekend.
Edit: Damn. Listening to it again, now, it grabs me just as much as it did then.
Thanks for a much needed LOL-moment here in cubicle hell on a cold and rainy Monday morning.