Plants By The Water

by Ray Flanagan

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I've been doing a bit of research on some recent history where the Sioux tribe are involved. Right before us, we're looking at centuries of backing a population of human beings into a corner to the point of near-endangerment. This song sets a hard contrast between the peaceful, natural imagery of some Native American cultural visions, and the storm of greed that has attempted to hijack their way of life time and time again, often from the U.S. government itself. All proceeds will go to benefit the Standing Rock DAPL fund. This is about the most effective way I feel I can contribute while I sit on my ass here in Ohio. I hope the song will bring some emotional rest, however temporary, to some people, and if it can raise any money at all, I suppose that's better than nothing. Use this as an avenue to support these people, and consider the song a gift from me. The Dakota Access Pipeline represents disrespect and disregard for morality, culture, and humanity. I will use my art to speak against this type of degradation wherever I am able to find inspiration through empathy. May the Standing Rock Sioux regain prosperity. I stand with them in solidarity.


released November 18, 2016

Words and Music by Raymond Arthur Flanagan
Recorded and Mixed by David Alan Shaw at Tungsten AV
Mastered by Adam Boose at Cauliflower Audio
Artwork by Roger Hoover at Hoover Design Co.



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Track Name: Plants By The Water
Dwellers on the prairie
Plants by the water
Poison in the ground
Little village at the end

Reach to touch
Red clouds in the sky
Rearing for long winter
West of the Missouri

Buried in the snow, frozen still
Bruised protectors
Busted knee
Sans their arcs, empty hands are cuffed

Sacred stone
Back in fields of oil
Stamping out their footprints
Erasing them as people

from the tired world

From 1851 at Laramie
To gold in the Black Hills
That's turned to black gold
Wanyi oyate to be sold

"From this day forth
All war between
The parties to this agreement
Shall forever cease."
...One nation under unkept promises