From the recording Where The Myrtle Doth Entwine
Challenging the greedy myth of manifest destiny, this melancholic song is juxtaposed by its driving train-like rhythm & walking bass. Presenting gritty vocals & haunting harmonies, authentic acoustic, hillbilly banjo, mournful harmonica, ambient ancient flute & a percussive breakdown, it reimagines the classic Outlaw Country, American & Folk tales of the wild West.
Lyrics
By now we must know
Our forefathers were murderous thieves.
So sickly they slew
The natives with their guts full of greed.
And they said...
"The only good one," oh,
"Is a dead one," yeah!
"The only good one," oh,
"Is a dead one," yeah!
Is this land Your land?
Is this land My land?
What possesseth man?
Is this land Your land?
Is this land My land?
Is this all God's plan?
And they said...
"The only good one," oh,
"Is a dead one," yeah!
"The only good one," oh,
"Is a dead one," yeah!
"The only good one," oh,
"Is a dead one," yeah!
"The only good one," oh,
"Is a dead one," yeah!