Coincidence And Likely Stories
 

The Big Ones Get Away
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Hey, Baby I just got back from town
where the bribes are paid
Honey, they turned my offer down
they say the deal's already made
So now Igotta stand and watch
while it all comes down
and the buzzards and the hawks
and the judges and the mob
circle around
Now if I were the queen of all the world
I would 90 in chains just to see you free
of the ropes that bind you
and the role you play
and the pride that hooks you
while the big ones get away
Love junkies wanna change the world:
it quickly stays the same
Money junkies hire all the smart ones
Power junkies run the game
One step at a time
Polarity Hill
If the bad guys don't get you Baby
then the good guys will
With angels on the take
and the gangsters in the yard
Hey don't the wars come easy
Hey don't the peace come hard
Now if I had a way to reach the sky
I'd grab that crescent moon
wield it like a knife
save you from the lies
From the ropes that bind you
and the role you play
and the game that hooks you
while the big ones get away

Acoustic guitar - Boo Henerdine
Percussion - Chris Birkett
Vocals and all other instruments - Buffy Sainte-Marie
 
 

Fallen Angels
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Fallen Angels
Fallen Angels

I got a man in the business line
He power hungry
He's a money mine
Smooth as satin he's a big time shark
Fallen Angel

I got a brother, oo he mean as sin
He got a brother who's just like him
livin' over in Moscow, 2 of a kind.
How come the
great power got the junkie mind

Fallen Angels
they never get enough
Fallen Angels oo oo
They got the addictions
Fallen Angels
they liner the skies
Fallen Angels
Doncha wanna turn em around

Igot a man in the USA
He runnin' guns with the CIA
He's the best that being bad can be
Lord he think he do it all for me

What's it matter if you're green or red
The Yankee dollar or the commie threat
when the real power in the real world gonna
deny it all anyway

Fallen Angels
they never get enough
Fallen Angels oo oo
They got the addictions
Fallen Angels
They liner the skies

Fallen Angels
Doncha wanna
turn em around
Turn em around

You believe in the system from the top on down
Potential is a beautiful thing
It's hard to keep believing in the big time
Now you're sinking in the wind
Star light Star bright
Somebody going down tonight
Told the truth when it was time to lie
Got it right

Fallen Angels
they never gel enough
Fallen Angels hoo hoo
They got the addictions
Fallen Angels
They liner the skies
Fallen Angels
Doncha wanna
turn em around
Turn em around

Guitar - Chris Birkett
Vocals and all other instruments
- Buffy Sainte-Marie
 
 

Bad End
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

You'd better watch yourself
That's what people say
It's too late for that
I believe I've had my day

Oo I've had a hard time
with this soft thing of mine
Seems like bad boys always
knew how to get through to me
blow my mind

and I believe I'm coming to a
Bad end
Bad end
I believe I'm comm' to a
Bad end
Bad end

Mmm there was a time
I was okay
and vo I loved to baby him
do anything he say

Then he start to turn on me
and it ain't no fun no more
Now there's bruises in the bed at night
Needles in the drawer
There's blood all in the mirror
and there's strangers at the door

and I believe I'm comm' to a
Bad end
Bad End
I believe I'm comm' to a
Bad end
Bad end

Vocals, keyboards - Buffy Sainte-Marie
Keyboards - Rick Marvin
Drums - John Robinson
Guitar - George Doering & Chris Birkett
Recorded by Tony Volante
 
 
 

Emma Lee
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Emma Lee
Lawd she want what she can't have
Emma Lee don't mind
Emma Lee she take the Power in her
own hands
She just take her time

Emma Lee she never worry bout nothing at all
Her loving loves a storm
Emma Lee she got that Heyo ha ah ha a ha yo
she calm the waters and she step on board
and she sing about

He got that attitude
He got them bayou ways
got what l want Lord
the sunshine's in love with the man

she sing about
He never hurry away
He gonna love to take his time
Month of June, lawd
the sunshine's in love with the man

Women's ways
You never know how they gonna do it Do it
Women's ways
There's really nothing to it

It's like Emma Lee she see him
and she point him out she sing about
Oo he gonna taste like wine
His time will come
The sunshine's in love with the man

Women's ways
You never know how they gonna do it Do it
Women's ways
There's really nothing to it

Midi Guitar Bass - Chris Birkett
Vocals, keyboards, strings - Buffy Sainte-Marie
Drums (New Orleans) - Ronald Jones
Sax - Tim Green & Reggie Houston
Trombone - Bob Mahoney
Percussion - Chris Birkett
Rhythm guitar - Chris Birkelt
 

Starwalker
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Starwalker he's a friend of mine
You've seen him looking fine he's a
straight talker he's a
Starwalker don't drink no wine
ay way hey 0 heya
Wolf Rider she's a friend of yours
You've seen her opening doors She's a histoey turner
She's a sweetgrass burner and a dog soldier
ay hey way hey way heya

Holy light guard the night
Pray up your medicine song oh
straight dealer you're a spirit healer
keep going on
ay hey way hey way heya

Lightning Woman, Thunderchild
Star soldiers one and all oh
Sisters, Brothers and all together
Aim straight, Stand tall

Aga hey hey heyo hey hey heyo
ay hey hey heya
Hey way hey way heya
Heya hey yaa
Ay hey way hey way heya

Starwalker he's a friend of mine
You've seen him looking fine he's a
straight talker he's a
Starwalker don't drink no wine
ay way hey o hey

Aya hey hey heyo way hey heyo
ay hey hey heya
Hey way hey way heya
Heya wey yoh
Ay hey way hey way hega

Vocals, guitar, strings - Buffy Sainte-Marie
Bass - John Neff
Man's solo (Holy Light) - Ben Blackbear
Acoustic Guitar - Boo Heuwerdine
Drums - Dave Ruffs
Pon'vow drums - Roger Jacobs,
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Thank you to Sandra Blackbear and the Ironwood Singers
 
 

The Priests Of The Golden Bull
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)
 

Who brought the bomb wrapped up in business cards
and stained with steak?
Who hires a maid to wash his money?
Who keeps politicians on the take?

Who puts outspoken third worlders in jail
just to shut them down?
Oh the lies vary from place to place
but the truth is still the same
even in this town

Money junkies all over the world
trample us on their way to the bank
They run in e'eey race
Windego

Third Worlders see it first
The dynamite, the dozers
the cancer and the acid rain
The corporate caterpillars come into
our backyards,
and turn the world to pocket change

Reservations are the nuclear frontline
Uranium poisoning kills
We're starving in a handful of gluttons
We're drowning in their gravy spills

Their tongues are silver forks
There's a lack of wisdom
you can hear it on their breath
Windego

It's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bull
They preach from the pulpit of the bottom line
Their minds rustle with million dollar bills

They say silver burns a hole in your pocket
and gold burns a hole in your soul
Uranium burns a hole in forever
It just gets out of control

There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile
He raised a crooked sixpence to hide a crooked style
He won a crooked vote
and he smiled a crooked smile
Windego

Their tongues are silver forks
There's a lack of wisdom
you can hear it on their breath
Windego

Bass, keyboard, percussion, strings
- Buffy Sainte-Marie
Midi guitar & acoustic guitar - Chris Birkett
Additional percussion and drum programming
- Chris Birkett
 
 

Disinformation
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Coincidence and likely stories
they dog your trail like a pack of lies
They whine at night when the lights are out
You toss and turn
You pitch and roll
Disinformation, you spin it like a silkworm

Just when I need another point of view
here you come from nowhere
I stand amazed
I see your greatest hits
they blow back down the chimney into everyone's eyes

Creative thinking in the first degree
You're a three-way mirror of a one-way world
It's a perverse company you work for
They build the past
It just can't last
It's obsolete by design

They send you out rerouting histoey
to make the same old mistakes in a brand new way
Come out from under cover
Ollie Ollie in free
Come out come out wherever you are

And virgin places don't mean a thing
to people who never bring their hearts along
And fools like them never fall at all
They're tough as sin, let nobody in
They turn and spin your wheels and nobody wins

Coincidence and likely stories
they dog your trail like a pack of lies
They whine at night when the lights are out
You toss and turn
You pitch and roll
Disinformation, you spin it like a silkworm

Guitar, DX7, bass, percussion - Buffy Sainte-Marie
Midi guitar & acoustic guitar - Chris Birkett
Fretless bass FX - Greg Harewood
 
 

Getting Started
(Roger Jacobs/Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Oo down Tipi Town
Hoping around
Seeking Inspiration
I been out here on the edge of space
in the human race
Iguess I'd gotten lonely but

That's okay
Now it's not the way it should be but
That's okay
I know it's not the way it could be and
That's okay
It's pretty good for kindergarten and
That's oKay
Come on, we're only getting started

Thumb-hand human band
can understand
out among the far locations
That the music's Heaven-sent
we can fly on instruments
beyond our isolation and

That's okay
No it's not the way it should be but
That's okay
Here and now it's how it is and
That's okay
It's pretty good for kindergarten and
That's oKay
Come on,we're only getting started

Womb-world paradigm
Understand in time
It's a sweet investigation
We're learning rope by rope
Climbing hope by hope
In eveey combination and

That's okay
No it's not the way it should be but
That's okay
It's wild and it's unique and
That's okay
Love's the magic number and
That's okay
Come on, We're only getting started

Bass, drums, percussion - Roger Jacobs Electric guitar, samples, keyboards
- Buffy Sainte-Marie Additional samples - Chris Birkett
Powwow singers intro: Earl Bullhead & the Ikceya Wicasa Singers
 
 

I'm Going Home
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Heaven isn't so far away as people say
Igot a home high in my heart
Heaven is right where I come from
I never throw it away
I know the place and I'm going home

I'm going home
I'm going home

See up there it's not the same
they know your name
and I'm not ashamed to need it
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home

You can keep knocking
but I'm not coming out of this
state I'm in
I'm travelling right I'm gonna get there soon
I'm standing up praying, I'm singing
saying Heyo ha ha heyo ha hey ya
I know the way and I'm going home

I'm going home
I'm going home

That's where~the heart can rest
The best is there
and only a fool would leave it
I'm going home
I'm going home

I'm going home
I'm going home

l been around I been to town
Hey where you think I learned right from wrong
I'm going home

From the film "Where The Spirit Lives"
Vocals, acoustic guitar - Buffy Sainte-Marie
Keyboards, drum programming - Rick Marvin
Percussion - Bill Moore
Powwow singers - Bucky Harjo Singers
Additional percussion, guitar, keyboards
- Chris Birkett
Recorded l's Bernard Matthews
 
 

Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Indian legislation on the desk of a do-right Congressman
Now, he don't know much about the issue
so he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the
Senator out in Indian countey
A darling of the energy companies who are
ripping off what's left of the reservations.
Huh

I learned a safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the
corporate bank
They send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh

They got these energy companies who want the land
and they've got churches by the dozen want to
guide our hands
and sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war, and greed
Get rich...get rich quick

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh

We got the federal marshals
We got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire
We got the FBl's
They lie in court and get nailed
and still Pettier goes off to jail

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh

My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us
she'd died of exposure

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Buy my heart at Wounded Knee

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh

We had the Goldrush Wars
Didn't we learn to crawl
and still our history gets written
in a liar's scrawl
They tell ya
"Honey you can still be an Indian
d-d-d down at the Y
on Saturday nights"

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

Vocals, keyboards, bass, acoustic guitar
- Buffy Sainte-Marie
Acoustic guitar - Chris Birkett
Keyboards - Rick Marvin
Drums - John Robinson
Guitar - George Doering & Roger Jacobs
Bass - Neil Stubenhaus
Percussion - Steve Forman
Recorded by Tony Volante
 
 

Goodnight
(Cliff Eberhardt)

Sleepless nights don't bother me at all
If dawn comes I won't worry
Something deep inside keeps me awake
wish that you were here right beside me

recall when I was very young
and could not go to sleep
My father sang me songs to make me tired
But memories don't make it easier so

Goodnight
wherever you are sleeping
and I hope that if you dream
you dream of me.
Oh goodnight
wherever you are sleeping
and I hope that if you dream
you dream of me

Now I lie awake and it's no fun
tossing and turning
I'd call you if it weren't so very late
but telephones don't bring you close to me

I recall the times we stayed up late
Wide awake but still dreaming
There was nothing on this earth could make me tired
but memories don't make it easier so

Goodnight
wherever you are sleeping
and I hope that if you dream
you dream of me.
Goodnight
wherever you are sleeping
and I hope that if you dream
you dream of me

Vocals, guitar, strings - Buffy Sainte-Marie
FX - Chris Birkett

All songs published by Chrysalis Music Ltd.