John Trudell Blue Indians Lyrics

Thoughts of dreams aren't really dreams
Escaping nothing, nothing escapes
Myth slayers undermine their own realities
Feeding turbulence to souls distortions screams
Wearing away inside of hearts worn out
Branded in prisons of fantasy and doubt

Blue Indians being pulled into melting pots
The ruling class rules the haves and have nots
Industrial reservation tyranny stakes it's claim
Blue Indians emotional siege in civilized stain

Shadows forsake truth unrecognized
Tears fall from broken minds of man
Aggression masquerades in ????????
Winner takes all a lie that lies
Illusion greed with a respected sigh
Glory and gold lead a desperate chase

Blue Indians, melting pots
Ruling classes, haves and have-nots

Stranded persons search for meaning
Story keepers run out of bandages History's washed in ritual blood
Traditions bleed in high tech flood
Workers not serfs, terminologies change
Progress is evolution terminal strange

Blue Indians, melting pots
Ruling classes, haves and have-nots

Blue Indians being pulled into melting pots
The ruling class rules the haves and have nots
Industrial reservation tyranny stakes it's claim
Blue Indians emotional siege in civilized stain

Tears fall from broken minds of man
Living carelessly a statement of its own
Bitter fruit emerges where bitter seed is sown
Economic chains all dressed out as reward
Gender race age all edge in love and rage
Oppressor man builder keeper of the cage

Blue Indians, melting pots
Ruling classes, haves and have-nots