1. |
The Spaces In Between
04:45
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2. |
Interlude 1
00:43
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Well first of all Sir John A MacDonald wanted to kill the Métis off. For him, we were to be
treated as whites. He used those words. People in Ottawa they didn’t know who the Métis
people were, people in Ontario thought we’d long gone with the buffalo. So the federal
government and Indian Affairs wanted to erase the memory and the knowledge of the Métis people, because the Ontario government figured these Indians were supposed to die off .The numbers are supposed to go down, they’re not supposed to go up.
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3. |
100 Years
03:41
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Only two roads out of this town
Break free or they’ll break you down
Did the blood stain your crown
When you carried us away
Young bodies buried in the ground
Will you finally listen now?
(To) generations crying out
Done waiting for the day
Can you feel the heat
Underneath your feet
Rising on the land, stirring in the street
Waking from a hundred years of sleep
A hundred years of sleep
A hundred years of sleep
There’s a strange light in our eyes
And we’re done with compromise
All your silence and your lies
Can’t take this truth away
So what’s it gonna take
Can you feel the heat
Underneath your feet
Rising on the land, stirring in the street
Waking from a hundred years of sleep
A hundred years of sleep
A hundred years of sleep
A whole life lived complacent
Everything given, wasted
Taking taking taking
Hands are never clean
It’s time for returning
The seventh fire’s burning
Painted skies you’ve never seen…never seen
Can you feel the heat
Underneath your feet
Rising on the land, stirring in the street
Waking from a hundred years of sleep
A hundred years of sleep
A hundred years of sleep
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Look where we are
Got scars in the sky
We’re working too hard
While the temperatures rise
We’re ignoring
The world, while the fires are roaring…
Take a good look around
Look what they’ve done
Taken innocent lives with systematic guns
It’s control in the name of power and glory
It takes the death of a dream
To wake up and see
A world with a little more room to breathe
So lets gather and sing
For the death of the American dream
Look where we are
Got lines in the sand
Building up empires on stolen land
By exploiting
Hearts and bodies and stories…
It takes the death of a dream
To wake up and see
A world with a little more room to breathe
So lets gather and sing
For the death of the American dream
Look where we are
The waters are clean
We lead with our hearts
We don’t take more than we need
We’re restoring A world we can all feel joy in
It took the death of a dream
To wake up and see
A world with a little more room to breathe
So lets gather and sing
For a brand new American dream
Let’s all gather and sing For a brand new American Dream
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5. |
Interlude 2
00:54
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Well the government never referred to us as Métis, they referred to us as Half Breeds. At one point Métis people were part of the treaties, and they were kicked off because they were half breeds. And they said, they should go and live as whites.
It’s so entrenched. The discrimination… is so entrenched. I don’t know if it will ever go away, but because of this denial, this genocidal attitude of governments, from Sir John A. Macdonald and on, and Ontario in particular, governments have never wanted to recognize us.
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6. |
Do About Her
03:33
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She’s not quite an Indian Girl
Not quite a white girl either
Got her hands out to both worlds
we gonna do about her
She’s not quite an Indian Girl
She’s not quite a white girl either
Got her hands out to both worlds
What we gonna do about her
Put a bullet or a blanket out for her
Come and get a look, it’s a half breed girl
Pretty quill boots and prettier curls
Bow and arrow sharp, crisp white shirt
Living off the earth
She’s not quite an Indian Girl
She’s not quite a white girl either
Her heart beats in both worlds
What we gonna do about her
Put a bullet or a blanket out for her
What we gonna do about her
She’s not quite an Indian Girl
She’s not quite a white girl either
Got a fire burnin in both worlds
What we gonna do about her
Put a blade or a plate out for her
What we gonna do about her
Put a bullet or a blanket out for her
She’s been this way her whole life
Carrying what some refuse
She’s always enough, and never too much
Her stride crosses centuries (still you say she’s…)
She’s not a real Indian Girl
She’s not quite a white girl either
Her heart lives in both worlds
What we gonna do about her
Put a bullet or a blanket out for her
What we gonna do about her
What we gonna do……..to her
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7. |
Maybe You Do
03:52
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Always thought No one would ever love me
You showed up and ya just won’t go away
Ya I’m really good at dreaming up the worst case
Always listening for your voice to change
What if, what if, what if, oh I worry
You say I’m safe
You say we’re fine
I believe you most of the time
But if I’m honest I can’t promise I won’t burn us down
I’m working on it, but I get caught in the lies I tell myself
Learning that my scars don’t tell truth
But maybe you do.
Ain’t it funny how much you love the silence
Cuz when it’s quiet, all my doubts will fill the room
Even when the sun is brightly shining
I’ll focus on the one cloud in the blue
What if, what if, what if, I don’t worry
You say I’m safe
You say we’re fine
I believe you most of the time
But if I’m honest I can’t promise I won’t burn us down
I’m working on it, but I get caught in the lies I tell myself
Learning that my scars don’t tell truth
But maybe you do.
There are times when I’m still terrified
Of it all falling down, of losing my ground
But when you say I’m safe, when you say I’m fine
I’ll believe you, I’ll believe you….
But if I’m honest I can’t promise I won’t burn us down
I’m working on it, but I get caught in the lies I tell myself
Learning that my scars don’t tell truth
Learning that my scars don’t tell truth
But maybe you do
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8. |
This Love
03:46
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You were sang into the world
As the stars danced above
Start your journey ahead
Fuelled by centuries of love
At times the water will rise
Or sink down low
The road might get rough
But remember this love… Hmmm
If you get quiet enough
Standing where others have stood,
A gentle voice will remind you
That your heart is good
Carried in the wind
And the gentle falling snow
Let it surround you
As you walk on you road
This space doesn’t need a name
Come as you are, You’re never far away
This love
That carried you in, holds your hand and beats within
In your bones, and in your blood…..
Ooooooh Remember this love
Each one of us, a spark of the All Spirit
If you slow down enough, you will feel it
This love…
This love carried you in, holds your hand and beats within
In your bones, and in your blood….. Ooooooh Remember this love
This love
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9. |
Interlude 3
00:51
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So you’ve got all kinds of people, children, great grandchildren, great great grandchildren,
today, who know nothing about the historic relationship that existed between our peoples.
There just has not been that history of relationships..
The relationship was broken generations ago.
The division was installed it was solidified, the prejudices were built up, against the Métis
people, amongst First Nations. We’ve had generations of that, a very sad situation.
So there is a great suspicion.
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10. |
Right By Your Side
05:11
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Come sit my child, Can you smell the fire?
Come and be with me, Leave all your worries behind
Before all the greed and the lies, We lived the good life
We were free, We did more than survive
My great granddaughter...
There’s Mushkiki here for you
All the bricks and the mortar
Can’t break your Spirit…
You are the blood of my mother
I believe in you….
I see the light in your eyes, I know you will find
Your way, with a good heart, And a good mind
There’ll be some hard times, People will be unkind
When you need me, I’ll be (right) by your side.
My great granddaughter...
There’s Mushkiki here for you
All the bricks and the mortar
Can’t break your Spirit…
You are the blood of my mother
I believe in you….
I believe in you….
Come sit my child
Tell me what’s on your mind… You know…
I’m counting on you
To light that final fire
My great granddaughter...
There’s Mushkiki here for you
All the bricks and the mortar
Can’t break your Spirit…
You are the blood of my mother
I believe in you….
I believe in you….
I believe in you….
I believe in you….
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11. |
Supposed To Be
04:46
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I used to give it all away
All the beauty I was holding
Never where I was supposed to be
Feeling what I had was stolen
There’s an ember, Not a fire
Gonna feed it, Till it’s Higher
Till it turns it into a flame
Make it easier on me
Finally I see
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be
All the pressure and the pain
Always got me where I’m going
When I take it all away
There’s a garden that is growing…
There’s an ember, Not a fire
Gonna feed it Till it’s Higher
Till it Turns it into a flame
Make it easier on me
Finally I see
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be
Finally I see
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be
I don’t need to start again
No coulda shoulda would been
No beginning and no end
As without is as within
Finally I see and I’m listening
Till it Turns it into a flame
Make it easier on me
Finally I see
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be
Finally I see
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be
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12. |
Interlude 4
00:39
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It's just a matter of education, you know. Getting people to understand that Métis are a people, they come from communities. They have ancestors who are Métis. They don’t have ancestors who are Indian and white. They have ancestors that are Métis. Those are our ancestors, they are a people, those are the people that we come from. Do you come from a Métis community who are your people who will bury you, where do you come from, nothing to do with blood quantum.
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13. |
All Sides Of Me
03:12
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In between and out of place
It’s hard to tell
When you see my face
My spirit bleeds, and my heart aches
Where’s my home and will I find my way?
Where is the bridge between… All sides of me
I’ve between and out of place
I never learned how to pray
When I look around, I don’t feel the same
I dream of life
In a different way
When can I let you see...All sides of me
Will I lose it all
Will you all be gone
If i do or don't, I’m damned
Will I Ever be enough
For you, just as I am.
In between and out of place
it’s hard to tell
when you see my face
I refuse and I can’t erase
This ishkode burning in my veins
I will let you let you see...All sides of me
I will let you let you see...All sides of me
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Amanda Rheaume
Amanda Rheaume, a Citizen of the Metis Nation of Ontario, is an award winning singer-songwriter with a slightly gritty, deeply personal and instantly accessible Americana sound.
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