Buffy Sainte-Marie (83,70 %)
Coincidence and Likely Stories (85,28 %)
In collection
Released: 1992
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
2
Year (1992):
3
Decade (1990's):
30
Overall:
170
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1.
The Big Ones Get Away
 03:49
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2.
Fallen Angels
03:08
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3.
Bad End
 04:24
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4.
Emma Lee
 04:03
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5.
Starwalker
 03:05
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6.
The Priests of the Golden Bull
03:51
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7.
Disinformation
 03:48
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8.
Getting Started
04:31
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9.
I'm Going Home
03:24
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10.
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
05:16
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11.
Goodnight
03:50
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Album length:
43:09
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Lyrics |
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1.
The Big Ones Get Away
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Hey, Baby I just got back from town where the bribes are paid Honey, they turned my offer down They say the deal's already made So now I gotta stand and watch while it all comes down and the buzzards and the hawks and the judges and the mob circle around Now if I were the queen of all the world I would go in chains just to see you free of the ropes that bind you and the role you play and the pride that hooks you while the big ones get away Love junkies wanna change the world: it quickly stays the same and money junkies hire all the smart ones Power junkies run the game One step at a time Polarity Hill If the bad guys don't get you then the good guys will With angels on the take and gangsters in the yard Hey don't the wars come easy Hey don't the peace come hard And if I had a way to reach the sky I'd grab that crescent moon wield it like a knife save you from the lies From the ropes that bind you and the role you play and the game that hooks you while the big ones get away. |
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2.
Fallen Angels
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Fallen Angels Fallen Angels... I got a man in the business line He power hungry He's a money mine Smooth as satin he's a big time shark Fallen Angel I got a brother, oo he mean as sin He got a brother who's just like him Livin' over in Moscow, two of a kind. How come the great power got the junkie mind? Fallen Angels they never get enough Fallen Angels oo oo They got the addictions Fallen Angels They litter the skies Fallen Angels Doncha wanna turn 'em around I got a man in the USA He runnin' guns with the CIA He's the best that being bad can be Lord he think he do it all for me What's it matter if you're green or red The yankee dollar or the commie threat when the real power in the real world gonna deny it all anyway Fallen Angels they never get enough Fallen Angels oo oo They got the addictions Fallen Angels They litter the skies Fallen Angels Doncha wanna turn 'em around You believe in the system from the top on down Potential is a beautiful thing It's hard to keep believing in the big time Now you're sinking in the wind Star light Star bright Somebody going down tonight Told the truth when it was time to lie Got it right Fallen Angels they never get enough Fallen Angels oo oo They got the addictions Fallen Angels They litter the skies Fallen Angels Doncha wanna turn 'em around |
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3.
Bad End
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You'd better watch yourself That's what people say It's too late for that I believe I've had my day Oo I've had a hard time with this soft thing of mine Seems like bad boys always knew how to get through to me blow my mind And I believe I'm coming to a Bad end Bad end I believe I'm comin to a Bad end Bad end Mmm there was a time I was okay and oo I loved to baby him do anything he say Then he start to turn on me and it ain't no fun no more Now there's bruises in the bed at night Needles in the drawer There's blood all in the mirror and there's strangers at the door And I believe I'm coming to a Bad end Bad end I believe I'm comin to a Bad end Bad end |
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4.
Emma Lee
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Emma Lee Lawd she want what she can't have Emma Lee don't mind Emma Lee she take the Power in her own hands She just take her time Emma Lee she never worry 'bout nothing at all her loving loves a storm Emma Lee she got that heyo ha ah ha a ha yo She calm the waters and she step on board and she sing about He got that attitude He got them bayou ways Month of June, lawd the sunshine's in love with the man she sing about He never hurry away He gonna love to take his time Got what I want Lord the sunshine's in love with the man Women's ways You never know how they gonna do it Do it Women's ways There's really nothing to it It's like Emma Lee she him and she point him out she sing about Oo he gonna taste like wine His time will come The sunshine's in love with the man Women's ways You never know how they gonna do it Do it Women's ways There's really nothing to it |
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5.
Starwalker
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Starwalker he's a friend of mine You've seen him looking fine He's a straight talker He's a Starwalker Don't drink no wine ay way hey o heya Wolf Rider she's a friend of yours You've seen her opening doors She's a history turner She's a sweet grass burner And a dog soldier ay hey way hey way heya Holy light guard the night Pray up your medicine song Straight dealer You're a Spirit Healer Keep going on ay hey way hey way heya Lightning Woman, Thunderchild Star soldiers one and all oh Sisters, Brothers, and all together Aim straight, Stand tall Starwalker he's a friend of mine You've seen him looking fine He's a straight talker He's a Starwalker Don't drink no wine ay way hey o heya |
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6.
The Priests of the Golden Bull
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Who brought the bomb wrapped in business cards and stained with steak? Who hires a maid to wash his money? Who keeps politicians on the take? Who puts outspoken third-worlders in jail just to shut them down? Oh the lies vary from place to place but the truth is still the same, even in this town Their tongues are silver forks There's a lack of wisdom, you can hear it on their breath Windego Third Worlders see it first: the dynamite, the dozers, the cancer and the acid rain The corporate caterpillars come into our backyards and turn the world to pocket change Reservations are the nuclear frontline; uranium poisoning kills We're starving in a handful of gluttons We're drowning in their gravy spills Money junkies all over the world trample us on their way to the bank They run in every race Windego It's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bull They preach from the pulpit of the bottom line Their minds rustle with million dollar bills You say Silver burns a hole in your pocket and Gold burns a hole in your soul Well, Uranium burns a hole in forever It just gets out of control There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile He raised a crooked sixpence to hide a crooked style He won a crooked race and smiled a crooked smile Windego Their tongues are silver forks There's a lack of wisdom, you can hear it on their breath Windego |
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Disinformation
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Coincidence and likely stories they dog your trail like a pack of lies They whine at night when the lights are out You toss and turn You pitch and roll Disinformation, you spin it like a silkworm Just when I need another point of view here you come from nowhere from over the waves I stand amazed I see your greatest hits they blow back down the chimney into everyone's eyes Creative thinking in the first degree You're a three-way mirror of a one-way world It's a perverse company you work for They build the past It just can't last It's obsolete by design They send you out rerouting history to make the same old mistakes in a brand new way Come out from under cover Ollie Ollie in free Come out come out wherever you are And virgin places don't mean a thing to people who never bring their hearts along and fools like them never fall at all They're tough as sin, let nobody in They turn and spin your wheels and nobody wins Coincidence and likely stories they dog your trail like a pack of lies They whine at night when the lights are out You toss and turn You pitch and roll Disinformation, you spin it like a silkworm |
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8.
Getting Started
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Oo down Tipi Town Hoping around Seeking inspiration I been out here on the edge of space in the human race I guess I'd gotten lonely but That's okay Now it's not the way it should be but That's okay I know it's not the way it could be and That's okay It's pretty good for kindergarten and That's okay Come on, we're only getting started Thumb-hand human band can understand out among the far locations that the Music's Heaven-sent we can fly on instruments beyond our isolation and That's okay No it's not the way it should be but That's okay Here and now it's how it is and That's okay It's pretty good for kindergarten and That's okay Come on, We're only getting started Womb-world paradigm Understand in time It's a sweet investigation We're learning rope by rope Climbing hope by hope in every combination and That's okay No it's not the way it should be but That's okay It's wild and it's unique and That's okay Love's the magic number and That's okay Come on, We're only getting started |
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9.
I'm Going Home
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Heaven isn't so far away as people say I got a home high in my heart Heaven is right where I come from I never throw it away I know the place and I'm goin' home I'm going home See up there it's not the same they know your name and I'm not ashamed to need it I'm going home You can keep a-knocking but I'm not coming out of this state I'm in I'm travelling right, I'm gonna get there soon I'm standing up praying, I'm singing saying heyo ha ha heyo hey ya I know the way and I'm going home I'm going home That's where the heart can rest The best is there and only a fool would leave it I'm going home I'm going home I been around I been to town Hey, where you think I learned right from wrong? I'm going home |
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10.
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
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Indian legislation on the desk of a do-right Congressman Now, he don't know much about the issue so he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the Senator out in Indian country A darling of the energy companies who are ripping off what's left of the reservations. Huh. I learned a safety rule, I don't know who to thank Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank They send in federal tanks It isn't nice but it's reality Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Deep in the Earth Cover me with pretty lies bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh. They got these energy companies that want the land and they've got churches by the dozen who want to guide our hands and sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed Get rich... get rich quick. We got the federal marshals, we got the covert spies We got the liars by the fire, we got the FBIs They lie in court and get nailed and still Peltier goes off to jail My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped The FBI cut off her hands and told us she'd died of exposure Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee We had the Goldrush Wars, didn't we learn to crawl and still our history gets written in a liar's scrawl They tell 'ya "Honey, you can still be an Indian d-d-down at the Y on Saturday nights" |
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11.
Goodnight
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Sleepless nights don't bother me at all If dawn comes I don't worry Something deep inside keeps me awake I wish that you were here right beside me I recall when I was very young And could not go to sleep My father sang me songs to make me tired But memories don't make it easier so Goodnight Wherever you are sleeping And I hope that if you dream you dream of me Oh goodnight Wherever you are sleeping And I hope that if you dream you dream of me Now I lie awake and it's no fun Tossing and turning I'd call you if it weren't so very late But telephones don't bring you close to me I recall the times we stayed up late Wide awake but still dreaming There was nothing on this earth could make me tired But memories don't make it easier so Goodnight wherever you are sleeping and I hope that if you dream you dream of me Goodnight wherever you are sleeping and I hope that if you dream you dream of me and I hope that if you dream you dream of me. |