Story Behind The Song

WHile camping in Maine...the reality of why both sides chose what actions became ultimately clear

Song Description

Native American supporter meets Native American to hear the history of the tribe's story

Lyrics

Unfurled Untied

Music & Lyrics All Rights Reserved 1996
Chasen Powell & Jeff Sawyer ASCAP/BMI



Well I drove on up from Boston, with a pretty good mile ahead
To a place down near the seashore, where the ocean coast was red
I was headed to St. Andrews, on the US border line
Where the east and the west meet the boundary line of Eastern Atlantic time

When I got myself in town, I saw the lightning flash
I knew that the future here was to find truth there in the past
As I parked the car, I looked upon Eagle Son?s tattoo
He said old friend glad you came to stay, come we?ve got much to do

(Chorus)
Well he rode among the nation, of the Abenaki Maliseet tribe
A man a Native American with his art, wisdom and pride
He could dance Cocapelli?s dance, like Kachina?s on a Saturday night
But a man called Eagle?s Son?possessed truth unfurled untied

Well he told me of sickness, that no medicine man could heal
It started with American lands that the government came to steal
And upon this sacred land, tall trees and sky above
Came greed with cranes and concrete blocks to his birthplace of truelove

Where has the eagle gone, wild horses and buffalo
Where eagles fly, the wilderness dies, and spirits discontinue to grow
He explained that life was earth, that America was paradise
That this land of opportunity, became Old Guard genocide

Chorus

He said the secret corners of the forest, are heavy with the scent of man
The hills are blotted with talking wires where the deer and the elk once ran
The beginning of survival, the end of living, has come in this modern time
In flesh I won?t possess this land?but my ghost? will call it mine