This is not typical of my songs writing in that it is more a prayer/song than a song itsel.(hacked) I am explaining this because of the issues the local drug dealers and racists of Santa Cruz have cleverly and cruelly inserted into my life to prevent me from making a quality recording of it, even though it was written in 2001.
Blue Moon of the Lakota was created from a lifetime of study and deep respect for the Lakota people and all indigenous people over the earth who continue against powerful racist and economically driven forces to block and destroy the great knowledge, wisdom and true power they hold within there respective cultures and collective memory since before the beginning of recorded time.
The photograph is not Lakota all though if you look closely at the drummaker and understand Lakota history and iconography he could easily pass as a Lakota. He is in fact a Pueblo indian working inside a kiva in the sacred enlightning, and warming rays of the sun.
Here is the song lyric:
In the blue moon of the Lakota In the blue moon of the Lakota
The air is cold and clear as the people gather near
The old ones remember so the young ones can sing
The old ones remember so the young ones can sing
The fire keeper lights the circle the people begin to dance and sing.
The fire keeper lights the circle the people begin to dance and sing.
The old ones remember so the young ones dance and sing
The old ones remember so the young ones dance and sing
Tuwa tokiya kola wayelo. Tuwa tokiya kola wayelo,
(Translation in english: Somewhere, someone is my friend. Somewhere, someone is my friend.)
Wankantanhan wanbli gleska oyate wan, Kola wica wayelo, sitomniyan wanmayank u ye.
From above, a spotted eagle nation, do not doubt his power, he is my friend, Everyone behold! He comes to see me.
Tuwa tokiya kola wayelo. Tuwa tokiya kola wayelo.
(Somewhere, someone is my friend. Somewhere, someone is my friend.)
Tuwa tokiya kola wayelo. Tuwa tokiya kola wayelo.
(with the addition of traditional Lakota Animal Calling Song ( with many thanks and great respect to all Lakota people)
(As a side bar and introduction to my other website schatemongers.com please read this about the spiritual warfare I have been forced into.)
This photograph was used as the inspiration for a six foot square painting I created in 1998 my first year in Santa Cruz California, unfortunately like my song notebooks, my guitar, my spiritual studies, my alter, the painting was desecrated in my home on Court Way in Aptos, as the first exploitation(hack corrected) and extortion and theft of my life work began.
I was told by a reliable source that Kris ( see schatemongers.com for explanation of who and what Kris is a satanic and sadistic artist a self proclaimed pot farmer witch) that was provided a set of keys to my home so she could paint the image of a witch(hack) with a baseball bat hitting the DrumMaker over the head with a baseball bat in an attempt to ruin the art and block my spiritual path.
This became an on going struggle in Santa Cruz because I refused to " join the party," ie organized crime of pot farmers, porno, prostitution, hackers in Santa Cruz California. Every time I created a painting, sculpture, wrote a movie, video, or even a simple short story, my computer was sabotaged, files corrupted, sculptures and paintings damaged, and changed, my intellectual property was then subverted and used by the mexican, asian and anglo drug dealers and there army of satanic buddies for the promotion of there businesses, and there so called creative endeavours. Oneill, Gray Wolf Computing, the Bagelry, Sessions, Analog are the names of just a few of the companies that did this to me. Because of the circumstances the mexican mafia, the hells angels, the sterling gang, and the westside gang created in my life so there friends in Hollywood and Nashville could further exploit me what use to be a weekly persuite of life, liberty, happiness and spiritual expression.
I haven't painted or sculpted for fifteen years now. At the same time Kris and her friends in the drug, porno and prostitution business have done whatever they can to try to poison everything good in my life including my mind and body, at the same time they robbed me of my past, exploited me in the present, and prevented me from actualizing my future.
The reason I am stating this here is in retrospect I have come to realize that the same evil and sadistic forces that have been applied to my life have also been used to destroy the health, vitality, and spirit of the Lakota people while these same type of people loote, plunder and desecrate there spiritual beliefs and sacred sites. Guess where my sacred objects that were gifts given to me ended up, in some Santa Cruz, Silicon Valley Hollywood, Nashville drug dealers personal collection maybe Pat Oneills. Burn in hell Jack and Pat Oneill.
Its just food for thought. I do not lie, nor would I lie to protect myself. The drug dealers of Santa Cruz who own and operate this town are liars plain and simple.
One last thing if you come to Santa Cruz be careful were you eat, the UCSC kids that are into " ethnic studies, peganism, wicca, " who are drug dealers, prostitutes, hackers and pornographers that work at Pizza My Heart, Jamba Juice, Lulu Carpenters, Noahs Bagels, Verve, Woodstock Pizza, Viartas Tauquiria, Petes Coffee, the Walnut Street Cafe, 99 Bottles of Beer, ect. well drug and poison you if for whatever reason they " do not like you," or your " too straight or square." Just like there compadrqease in South America, in Jamac, in Africa, in Afghanistan have been doing for centuries and are doing today.