Robbie Robertson (70,83 %)
Contact from the Underworld of Redboy (72,61 %)
In collection
Released: 1998
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
3
Year (1998):
8
Decade (1990's):
116
Overall:
721
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1.
The Sound Is Fading
 05:02
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2.
The Code of Handsome Lake
 06:11
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3.
Making a Noise
05:14
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4.
Unbound
 04:37
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5.
Sacrifice
06:20
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6.
Rattlebone
 04:26
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7.
Peyote Healing
06:11
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8.
In the Blood
04:35
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9.
Stomp Dance (Unity)
04:49
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10.
The Lights
05:54
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11.
Take Your Partner by the Hand (Red Alert Mix)
 06:44
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Album length:
00:00:03
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Lyrics |
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1.
The Sound Is Fading
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The sound is fading The sound is fading away |
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2.
The Code of Handsome Lake
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These are the People of the Longhouse These are the People that you tried to break These are the People of the Pines Who Follow the Code of Handsome Lake He drank your poison, swallowed your fire And lay with fever four long years He received a vision so inspired Three messengers with painted faces appeared On the Allegheny river at a place called Burnt House The code was shared for the very first time By a Seneca chief, they call Handsome Lake With a Wounded Heart and a sober mind We are the People of the Longhouse We are the People that you couldn't break We are the People of the Sacred Pipe Who Follow The Code of Handsome Lake When the Dark Moon had come to live in your soul Get in touch with your creator, you are not alone These are the words That he had spoken two hundred years ago And today they still ring true Like they're carved in stone When Native life was hurled into the pit By way of the Canon, Rum, and Greed Oh a great fire was burned, to let the smoke rise And show the Six Nations the code was still alive Way Down Deep in the Bush We Oh hi ne oh he oh we oh we we |
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3.
Making a Noise
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Everyone has a song God gave us each a song That's how we know who we are Everyone has a song We have come, heat the drum The land trembles with dancing We have come, bang the drum The land trembles with dancing Making a noise in this world Making a noise in this world You can bet your ass I won't go quietly Makin' a noise in this world I don't want your promise I don't want your whiskey I don't want your blood on my hands Only want what belongs to me I think you thought I was gone I think you thought I was dead You won't admit that you was wrong Ain't there some shit that should be said Making a noise in this world Making a noise in this world You can bet your ass I won't go quietly Makin' a noise in this world The Indian dancers stop and stare at him Like he was bad weather He keeps dancing And knocks loose an eagle feather The drums stop This is the kind of silence that frightens white men Making a noise in this world Making a noise in this world You can bet your ass I won't go quietly Makin' a noise in this world (No Indians allowed) |
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4.
Unbound
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With eyes of fire No one can see The smoke from the sweet grass Covers me I am drawn I am drawn to her Like a moth to flame She leads me down Unbound I am lost I am lost Has anybody seen me I am lost Oh nothing is forgotten Only left behind Wherever I am She leads me down Unbound No borders No fences No walls No borders No fences Unbound Oh, listen for the night chant Oh, listen for the night chant Like a moth to flame She leads me down Unbound No borders No fences Unbound No borders No fences Unbound Unbound |
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5.
Sacrifice
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"You know we have a million stories to tell I'm just one of a million or more stories that could be told" Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your prayer Take away your language Cut off all your hair Sacrifice the loved ones Who always stood by me Stranded in the wasteland Set my spirit free "My name is Leonard Peltier I am a Lakota and Anishnabe And I am living in the United States penitentiary Which is the swiftest growing Indian reservations in the country I have been in prison since 1976 For an incident that took place on the Oglala-Lakota Nation There was a shoot-out between members of the American Indian Movement And the FBI and the local Sheriffs State Troopers Two agents were killed and one Indian was murdered Three of us were charged with the deaths of the FBI agents My co-defendants were found not-guilty by reasons of self-defense My case was separated and I was found guilty before a jury of non-Indian people The prosecutor stated that they did not know who killed their agents Nor did he know what participation Leonard Peltier may have played in it But someone has to pay for the crime There's a lot of nights that I lay in my cell And I can't understand why this hell, this hell and this terror That I have been going through for twenty-one years hasn't ended" Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your prayer Take away your language Cut off all your hair Sacrifice the loved ones Who always stood by me Stranded in the wasteland Set my spirit free "But yet I know in my heart that someone has to pay sacrifice To make things better for our people The sacrifice I have made when I really sit down to think about it Is nothing compared to what our people a couple hundred years ago Or fifty years ago or twenty-five years ago have made Some gave their lives Some had to stand there and watch their children die in their arms So the sacrifice I have made is nothing compared to those I've gone too far now to start backing down I don't give up Not 'til my people are free will I give up And if I have to sacrifice some more Then I sacrifice some more" |
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6.
Rattlebone
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Pay no mind to his messed up hair Pay no mind to the clothes he wears It's just the hours he's been keepin' Ain't been doing too much sleeping They dyed his hair and hid his feathers And told him he was Latin 'Til he came chanting down the street Like a cannibal in Manhattan Rattlebone Rattlebone Shake it for the war chief All night long Rattlebone Rattlebone Sweet medicine To each his own One sky above One earth below One sky above us One earth below Rattlebone Rattlebone Shake it for the war chief All night long Rattlebone Rattlebone Sweet medicine To each his own Here's where we go off the map Out past the power lines Up that little side road without a sign Hidden from the mainstream The keepers of the ancient future Keepers of the drum They don't preserve it They live it Rattlebone Rattlebone Shake it for the war chief All night long Rattlebone Rattlebone Get down on your knees And praise the dawn Rattlebone Rattlebone Shake it for the war chief All night long Rattlebone Rattlebone Sweet medicine To each his own |
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Peyote Healing
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8.
In the Blood
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Welcome to my country Welcome to my home You could stay forever You won't leave it alone Welcome to the bush Take what you may need When shove comes to push You want me to leave I can't let go of the painted desert I can't let go of the old way I can't let go of the homeland It's in the blood I can't let go I can stand up through your destruction My voice will tremble My hands will shake Yes I can stand up through your destruction I won't break I won't break I could hear the voices I could hear the voices I could hear the voices Coming through the night I can't let go of the painted desert I can't let go of the old way I can't let go of the homeland It's in the blood I can't let go Sweat it out, sweat it out Let it out, let it out Sweat it out Let it out Get it outa my head I can't let go of the painted desert I can't let go of the old way I can't let go of the ancient ways It's in the blood I can't let go it's in the blood It's in the blood I can't let go |
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9.
Stomp Dance (Unity)
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In circles we gather Moonlight fires are kindled Sending it back We just make it go back Beating hearts, beating hearts Come as one, come as one This is Indian country This is Indian country Together we dance All the first nations There's no chance We ever gonna give up Beating hearts, beating hearts Come as one, come as one This is Indian country This is Indian country (Intertribal) Going home, going home To a nation, six nations To all the faces I did not know Beating hearts, beating hearts Come as one, come as one This is Indian country This is Indian country Ongwehonwe - Intertribal Haudenosaune |
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10.
The Lights
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There was something strange In the sky tonight I was left standing With three moons shining Just on the outskirts of civilization Just on the outskirts of civilization Indians have always seen the lights Since the beginning of time They drew pictures on the rocks Of our relatives from the sky Just on the outskirts of civilization Catch the light Just on the outskirts of civilization Where the sun goes at night Just on the outskirts of civilization Just on the outskirts of civilization I hear no longer The song of the women I hear no longer The cry of the bird I see no more The white smoke rising Only the low hum from the lights is still heard Just on the outskirts of civilization Just on the outskirts of civilization Just on the outskirts of civilization Just on the outskirts of civilization |
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11.
Take Your Partner by the Hand (Red Alert Mix)
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She walks alone down a sleazy backstreet Around a corner, up an alley to a dead end There under a small blue light She enters an unmarked doorway (A low heartbeat, a low pounding escapes into the night) This is a place she goes to fulfill a very basic need Something people have been doing since the dawn of man To communicate without talking If she needs something She makes a gesture with her hand And mouths what she wants She wants to make a connection A certain kind of connection No this is not about something from the black market This is about no questions This is about smoke and sweat and beats This is about no message Take your partner by the hand He's a woman, she's a man What's so hard to understand Take your partner by the hand Mona in the promised land Take your partner by the hand Keep it simple if you can Take your partner by the hand At the club they circle around some sex goddess like vultures Flashbulbs popping Like bees around their queen She is completely indifferent to all the commotion And orders some mango tango ice cream by sign language She's approached by some wild-eyed poet drunk with love I like her easy refusal, the way she shakes her head She lives these days in the attic of an old dance hall That's been shut down for years And swears there's times when she can hear feet shuffling below And can see the shadows swaying, moving to the music Take your partner by the hand He's a woman, she's a man What's so hard to understand Take your partner by the hand Elevator going up Fifth floor Lady's handbags, shoes, leather accessories, and electronics Wait a minute, where am I, on this elevator to nowhere Going up, going down Then like a hallucination I saw her out of the corner of my eye Studying some shoes very carefully She definitely had a particular purpose for these shoes in mind Then as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared Back into the slash and burn of New York Ah, stuck in traffic Crosstown, the stress of not moving She described it as like being locked in a car With a madman behind the wheel And the radio tuned to static Take your partner by the hand He's a woman, she's a man What's so hard to understand Take your partner by the hand Mona in the promised land Take your partner by the hand Keep it simple if you can Take your partner by the hand |