Generation The pros and cons of Indigenous wonders are beyond what the merchants are trying to sell and the bankers are trying to steal.
I wrote this when NASA was sending the guy to the moon and I was trying to get to the Rosebud Sioux reservation. My Dad said to me, “Daughter, they ought to leave that moon alone,” and I never forgot it, and it showed up in this song amidst a cast of characters that also includes Idle No More, Mother Earth and even those darn bankers.
Kids were sent from heaven inside to lead you to the future Wrap their eyes in blindfolds and still they’ll find their way Blind their lives with pills and lies and still they find their vision And soon they leave you to your yesterday
And they sing bye bye scars of history And bye bye bankers’ trust Aquarius is shining and the Son is one of us And me I don’t wanna go to the moon I’m gonna leave that moon alone I just want to dance with the Rosebud Sioux this summer Yes, yes
The media is saturated but the Sweetgrass still grows tall And Jesse John Blackbear talks to God in Cleveland, O-hi-yo And Washington is joking but the Navajos are not And Mother Earth keeps on giving while we’re ripening.
I talked to seven congressmen, their ears were filled with gold That their grandfathers had stolen out of the Black Hills And round and round the dance goes on and the children are Idle No More And they will dream the dream my Mother sends to them.
And they’ll sing bye bye scars of history And bye bye bankers’ trust Aquarius is shining and the Sun is one of us And me I don’t wanna go to the moon I’m gonna leave that moon alone I just want to dance with the Rosebud Sioux this summer Yes, yes, yes Wait for me you brown-eyed man