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dead indians

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He was dead

He was dead
He was dead
He was red
He was an indian
A red dead indian
And he was strung up on a tree
For all to see
With his guts hangin' out
Touching the ground
Look at his face
Beaten to a waste
He used to smile a lot
He had a big mouth
And shining eyes
When he looked upon his wife
And their children
There were five of them
The wife pregnant again
They lived in a tent
Among their old tribe
That wandered the land
For food and bison
But those day's were gone
No tribe left
The plains empty
There was a big theft
And a strange silence
Now he's hangin' there
Messed up and torn flesh
Take a look at the bush
The one behind the tree
Look real good
You'll see a little foot
Now go and see
And find more of these
Arms and legs
Hands and heads
Flesh and guts
The blood runs into the ground
And the flies go nuts
And the flies go nuts

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from There's a storm coming (songs), track released January 8, 2014

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DUFFHUES The Netherlands

DUFFHUES
outsider singer-songwriter,
avantgardistic blues, folk, roots

The songs of DUFFHUES are embedded in avantgardistic blues, roots and folk, with a-typical song structures. Often the songs are like short stories, sometimes with but mostly without a plot, with characters that experience everyday or absurd situations, contemplating current affairs or the imagination..
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