My Country 'Tis Of Thy People You're Dying - Buffy Sainte-Marie.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Unknown
[00:00.00]Now that your big eyes have finally opened
[00:08.57]Now that you're wondering how must they feel
[00:12.72]Meaning them that you've chased across America's movie screens
[00:19.46]Now that you're wondering "how can it be real?"
[00:24.47]That the ones you've called colourful, noble and proud
[00:30.29]In your school propaganda
[00:33.24]They starve in their splendor?
[00:36.79]You've asked for my comment I simply will render
[00:44.20]My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.
[00:54.67]Now that the longhouses breed superstition
[01:00.67]You force us to send our toddlers away
[01:05.10]To your schools where they're taught to despise their traditions.
[01:11.75]Forbid them their languages, then further say
[01:17.38]That American history really began
[01:22.09]When Columbus set sail out of Europe, then stress
[01:28.09]That the nation of leeches that conquered this land
[01:34.18]Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and best.
[01:40.09]And yet where in your history books is the tale
[01:46.06]Of the genocide basic to this country's birth,
[01:52.06]Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights failed,
[01:58.07]How a nation of patriots returned to their earth?
[02:03.95]And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell
[02:09.11]As it rang with a thud
[02:11.75]O'er Kinzua mud
[02:14.36]And of brave Uncle Sam in Alaska this year?
[02:19.78]My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
[02:26.47]Hear how the bargain was made for the West:
[02:31.76]With her shivering children in zero degrees,
[02:37.38]Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest,
[02:42.84]Oh well, blankets for land is a bargain indeed,
[02:48.96]And the blankets were those Uncle Sam had collected
[02:54.85]From smallpox-diseased dying soldiers that day.
[03:00.91]And the tribes were wiped out and the history books censored,
[03:06.91]A hundred years of your statesmen have felt it's better this way.
[03:12.79]And yet a few of the conquered have somehow survived,
[03:18.49]Their blood runs the redder though genes have paled.
[03:24.46]From the Grand Canyon's caverns to craven sad hills
[03:30.56]The wounded, the losers, the robbed sing their tale.
[03:36.46]From Los Angeles County to upstate New York
[03:42.71]The white nation fattens while others grow lean;
[03:48.33]Oh the tricked and evicted they know what I mean.
[03:53.94]My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.
[04:00.67]The past it just crumbled, the future just threatens;
[04:06.87]Our life blood shut up in your chemical tanks.
[04:12.63]And now here you come, bill of sale in your hands
[04:18.57]And surprise in your eyes that we're lacking in thanks
[04:24.47]For the blessings of civilization you've brought us,
[04:30.90]The lessons you've taught us, the ruin you've wrought us
[04:36.70]Oh see what our trust in America's brought us.
[04:42.66]My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.
[04:49.20]Now that the pride of the sires receives charity,
[04:55.33]Now that we're harmless and safe behind laws,
[05:01.35]Now that my life's to be known as yourheritage,
[05:07.38]Now that even the graves have been robbed,
[05:13.25]Now that our own chosen way is a novelty
[05:19.49]Hands on our hearts we salute you your victory,
[05:25.59]Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy
[05:31.90]Pitying the blindness that you've never seen
[05:37.47]That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory
[05:43.76]They were never no more than carrion crows,
[05:49.77]Pushed the wrens from their nest, stole their eggs, changed their story;
[05:55.93]The mockingbird sings it, it's all that he knows.
[06:01.99]"Ah what can I do?" say a powerless few
[06:08.06]With a lump in your throat and a tear in your eye
[06:14.07]Can't you see that their poverty's profiting you.
[06:20.10]My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.