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Cherokee Woman
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Cherokee Woman features a Native American flute that I got for Christmas from someone very special. Special thanks to Greg Braun from Myopia on drums and Sharon Melia on background vocals.
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Press Reviews You've seen them in concert with Chubby Checker, The Crystals, Martha Reeves and the Vanellas, Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels, Henry Lee Summ
Press Reviews You've seen them in concert with Chubby Checker, The Crystals, Martha Reeves and the Vanellas, Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels, Henry Lee Summers, Johnny Paycheck, Lou Christie, Billy Joe Royal, John Anderson, Merle Hagert, and many, many more. You've seen them in the local clubs and every place in between. They are the original. No fake imitation or cheap knock off. Started in the 70’s they’re still the one and out there having fun. 4 Peace Band Contributing Artists John De Boer-vocals, Keys and Flute, Sharon Melia-Vocals, John Starr-Vocals and Guitar, Jozy Wales lead guitar, Billy "Thunder" Mason-Drums, Lyssa High-Vocals, Mike Price-Guitar, Joy De Boer-Vocals, Mike Layh-Vocals and Bass, Duane Campbell-Lead Guitar, Jeff Meyers-Sax, Laura Wiltshire-Vocals, Danny Roberts-Bass, Roscoe Wray-Fiddle and Mike Dowden-Lead Guitar and many more PEACE I dream for happy people And those terrorists to disappear, People to be free And to live their life. I wish to be free And to be a star, And to live in a beautiful house, And to be in the future. Tihomir Mladenov, 9 years I have a dream: For all people happy in the world, We must say ‘Stop’ to war. No more wars in this world! No more tears on children’s cheeks. I don’t want to see pain And sadness in their eyes any more. Without peace the birds will not sing, There will be pain in our hearts. I want peace in the world. Preslav Plamenov, 9 years Peace is like glass It is too delicate. Peace looks like a great eagle flying overhead In the great mountains of America. Peace is like a cold waterfall Rushing down the cold rocks. Peace is the waves of the ocean, Washing onto the shore. Peace is like smiles filling the sky, A rainbow spreading over the hills. Peace birds flying around the blue sky Watch a circling hawk. Peace is rushing water, rushing over rocks A piano playing, a soft fire making circles in the sky. Peace is like A perfect forest. Peace is a dove soaring through A cloudless sky. Peace sounds like a wave Crashing in the summer sea. Peace is the quiet Wind in my hair. Peace is love, peace is caring Peace is the sun gleaming in my hair. Peace is loving, peace is caring Peace is not hating, hitting, or killing. Peace is like a fountain Bearing water. Loving, caring, and also kind Different peaceful things running through my mind. Peace is quiet Peace is lonely. Peace will always be in a bird’s eye view And always in our hearts. Peace is when no one fights, when no one cries When days don’t bite. Soaring high and drooping low Peace has it’s ups and downs. Caring and loving Peace is what we will always have. Peace is like silk, Sliding into everyone’s life. Peace is a dove, peace is quiet Like a rainbow, like love. From a South Side High School 9th Grader
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Rock n Roll
Charts
Peak #106
Peak in subgenre #16
Author
John Starr
Rights
John Starr
Uploaded
December 21, 2005
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:27
Story behind the song
I am Eastern Cherokee. My great grandmother was Nannie Minnie Meadows, the last full Cherokee in my family line. My father’s generation didn’t mention their heritage and didn’t practice their medicine. My father kept his native ways by fishing. He fishes every chance he gets. He knows where the bass live. He told me once, “You have to dance with the Fish to catch it.” In my childhood I grew up in a rural area. The woods and fields were my playground. There I found my Native ways. Native American is more than just one’s heritage. It’s a belief system and way of life. Some call it the Medicine Way or Red Road. That is my heart. When I began this journey with my friend Coyote Woman I knew it would be special. Along the way the Creator let his presence be known. In Albuguerque, I met Tony Palmer and broke bread with him. I told him of an image that kept popping into my head of praying down an eagle. Tony told me he would help me and performed a prayer ceremony for us to help us on our journey. We left for Taos. In Taos Plaza we met “Many Hawks” Foy, an elder and governor of several tribes. In his flute store we shared stories about flutes and Coyote Woman played for him. As we were leaving he gave us ferious bear hugs, our hearts as one. He whispered in Lakota to us and asked a blessing for our journey. On the Taos Pueblo as we sat on the cool adobe floor,Patrick Mirabal played his flute for us. We left Taos in awe of the creator’s hand in our journey. Atop a ridge in the Alpine mountains above Taos, the Creator spoke to my heart and I knew I had to do a ceremony of thankfulness on this very spot. We took our Indian blanket and sage and sat at the very edge of the cliff. The wind began to blow. We covered ourselves with the blanket to light the sage. We smudged ourselves to cleanse and purify in the blessed Smoke. I thanked the Creator for our magical journey. With eyes closed sitting cross legged I prayed the Four Directions and Father Sky and Mother Earth. I asked the Crator to show me the reason for my journey. I sat eyes closed and waited. A gust of wind shot up the cliff and blew my long dark hair back across my shoulders. In my mind’s eye I sa black wing tips curled in flight. I raised my arms straight out and I could feel the difference in the air above and below my arms. Suddenly I was one with the wind. If I turned my arm-wings low to the left I could dip in flight in that direction. If I held my arm-wings up I could soar upward. I was no longer sitting upon that cliff. I was flying, soaring on the wind in the heart of a bird. As one. I knew this bird was flying straight towards where I sat upon the ridge. I said, “He’s coming, he’s coming.” As I flew, total freedom, total joy that words can not describe. The wind died down and I was again sitting on the cliff . I opened my eyes and waited. Like a whisper a Raven flew in over my right shoulder. He flew in circles around us and then just floated in the wind hovering just a few feet above our heads. My heart burst in joy at that moment. The Creator’s message to me so clear and so true. You see the Raven is my spirit guide and the Creator had just smiled at me. Coyote Woman called to the Raven. The Raven called back and took flight across the valley. I could not move. I didn’t think I could breathe. Then a breath of such joy filled my heart that I burst into tears. My heart could not contain that much joy. After a while, I became myself again. I picked up the plants I was sitting on and the sage I had burned and put them in my medicine bag to carry close to my heart. I was ready to go on. We drove a short distance and my story did not end there. Coyote Woman said we needed to gather some sage. We had been looking but did not find any close enough before now. Suddenly we were surrounded by Sage. Everywhere the healthy plants were were looking for. Again the Creator through the Raven Spirit
Lyrics
Cherokee Woman Cherokee Woman you brought me the Truth You showed me the way I 'll always love you. Night Eagle singing to me in a song Cleanses my heart and makes me strong Like the wind blowing through the trees You move my soul you set my love free Running Deer and Whispering White Dove We are one in the morning sun Cherokee Woman your heart speaks the Truth In the midnight fire you love burns true Rays of moonlight through the trees at night I still remember how the light did shine Now the years haven't stolen your youth hardened your heart or changed the truth Two Spirits, One Path, Forever and for always Untouched by time until we reach the end E min / E min / A min / E min E min / E min / A min / E min C /G / B min / E min C /G / B min D / E min :}
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