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excerpt from OTHER CLOSE TIMESlines from Bone Days album by John Trudell, 2001...Craving smiles and laughterAnd other close timesMore than love we're afterIt's all between the linesIt's a triangler worldThe dinner bell is ringingThere's no cure for hunger orWhatever passion is bringing ... See MoreSee Less
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Like Sparkle Dustlines from Wazi’s Dream album by John Trudell, 2015sometimes his mind flashes back in blacks and whiteslike memories from old memories from the great withinmore than can be remembered at any of givens timessome of the songs are sad when sad's touch is softinglike a rushing explosion of calm bursting into fragranceafter a slow runner time of faster than the speed of lightleaving the sound of speed like left behind no tomorrowseverything changed or it didn't and still nothings the samehow he might have learned but didn't knows all about himwith how his way of traveling it's hard to stay in touchand he damn sure isn't for beating himself up with the pasthe barely got through it once so no point in keeping it aliveas those times everything seemed to get freakier than helland scary was used like sparkle dust tossed into the windsoverwhelmed needs turned to wants turned into addictionswhile blue skies wondered why and how we forgot the sunlost on the way to eternity who knows where they're goingwhen they make it how will they know when they get therewhen is a beginning and ending when a middle is missingwhen it's time either we take all of it or we take none of itand somewhere in the human mind the fears of believinga spreading virus distorting thinking one thought at a timelike some light shows darking the lights one light at a timeall the pretty colors fading into dimming shades of blackingso best he can do is use thinking as medicine to protect ... See MoreSee Less
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coyote logicscould it be ignorance greedand violenceareside effects of civilizationthat anda needforglory or shame ... See MoreSee Less
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Artist Wovoka Trudell, John's eldest son, will be honoring his father in an art exhibition in Las Vegas, NM. The exhibition will run January 13th through 28th, with a reception on Saturday, the 14th. ... See MoreSee Less
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This beautiful new collection of music, “Tokyo at Midnight” (released in Sept. 2022) - by Native Flutist Cody Blackbird (of Blackbird, The Band) - features John Trudell on three tracks, and is a wonderful listen from start to finish. Find the album on all major streaming platforms. ... See MoreSee Less
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CRAZY HORSElines from Bone Days album by John Trudell, 2001 Crazy HorseWe hear what you sayOne earth one motherOne does not sell the earthThe people walk uponWe are the landHow do we sell our motherHow do we sell the starsHow do we sell the air Crazy HorseWe hear what you sayToo many peopleStanding their groundStanding the wrong groundPredators face he possessed a racePossession a war that doesn't endChildren of god feed on children of earthDays people don't care for peopleThese days are the hardestMaterial fields material harvestDecoration on chain that bindsMirrors gold the people lose their minds Crazy HorseWe hear what you sayOne earth one motherOne does not sell the earthThe people walk uponWe are the land Today is now and thenDream smokes touch the cloudsOn a day when death didn't dieReal world time tricks shadows lieRed white perception deceptionPredator tries civilizing usBut the tribes will not go without returnGenetic light from the other sideA song from the heart our hearts to giveThe wild days the glory days live Crazy HorseWe hear what you sayOne earth one motherOne does not sell the earthThe people walk uponWe are the landHow do we sell our motherHow do we sell the starsHow do we sell the air Crazy HorseWe hear what you sayCrazy HorseWe hear what you sayWe are the seventh generationWe are the seventh generation ... See MoreSee Less
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Tattooed Purple Butterflylines from Wazi’s Dream album by John Trudell, 2015what won't be thought won't be saidi was lost in the palace of fearsevery room decorated with hidden tearsreflections dance behind rotating mirrorschanging partners every partner was mehanging to a past like it was my last breathtimes of lifetimes became uncompromisinglines drawn in the dust where there is no dustin illusions of manis it protect myself from loveor is it protect love from mea woman with a tattooed purple butterflyflying high on her inside thighcast a smile and sauntered on overwith throaty whispering hey strangerwant to do something strangewant to come fly with me and my butterflyi can tell in your eyes a reason to escapeon the way to the mystery chamberyou have to see the other sidedreams are paths that must be followeddoesn't matter who you're dancing withthe adventure is in our flying wingswhen it comes to love, love is what it ishideouts and sanctuaries aren't the samewho ever does what ever they dowe make our own lineswe are creator and destroyer all in onewe are the companions we chosewe are the situations we choosea woman with a tattooed purple butterflyflying high on her inside thigh flew with me then sent me free ... See MoreSee Less
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dear coyote logicsi love and respect indiansso much their wisdom and spiritual nature with naturei feel like i was an indianin another lifecan you please help meand give me an indian namesignedanxious………anxiousgandhi ... See MoreSee Less
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Yesterday Callinglines from Wazi’s Dream album by John Trudell, 2015she woke up this morning in a rambled state of mind somewhere a phone kept ringingand when she finally answeredit was yesterday callingsomething about, some left behind dreamsand some things, she never got to sayall those feelings, she has had to hidebecause there was no one, who would hearthe serialization of traumas and dramas, haveways of changing the bright, in little girl eyes into shadows, in the eyes of a woman on the run behind the seens, where no one looks, no one seesand that random, never ending search for loveamongst the many changing faces of lovethe love that lies, is the sword that cutswounded trust, bleeding into emotion distortionsmaking it hard, to find her balance and keep itand the everyday world, in the every day waybills need to be paid, hours need to be workedwith loved ones to care for and life to livecarrying a silent her, through everything she isgoing through the times and linesto somewhere behind the distancea song is waiting calling her namebut the music seems so far awaynow yesterday's callingabout this life stuff, that has a way of overwhelmingtoday is a way of doing some thing, about tomorrownow yesterday's calling ... See MoreSee Less
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coyote logicswe are the stillin the still beating heartwe are the calmof the raging stormwe are the wailingfrom old women’s throatswe are the survivorsof genocide historywe are the colorsof the butterfly’s wingswe are the powers of the eagle plumewe areearth and sky ... See MoreSee Less
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Coyote’s Blueslines from Wazi’s Dream album by John Trudell, 2015watching the night glow darkthe way a mind goes blankhe asked what's going onand reality replieddon’t ask the question ifyou can’t handle the answer when he sees what's been donein the refusal of the questionsway everybody does thingsleaves more confusionmany times life isn't about payingfor what we need, most timesit's about paying for what we wantand the toll that takes on the soulit all keeps coming backlike a punishmentor maybe another chanceto wrong a right or right a wronghis falling around timesexcuse him or don't accept himhe's been put on the roadwith don't come back beforedesperate could be the measureif there’s anything soothing or calmingmaybe pretty and pleasure were his favorite drugcrimson spilled from his soulhe danced into more new songsand chased after more dreamsthen more dreams waited for himhe said i'm crazy you knowshe said yes i know, he said and i can't help itactually it doesn't need any help it's doing fineit could be worse he said i could feel powerless ... See MoreSee Less
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John Trudell is featured in Bob Dylan’s latest book “The Philosophy of Modern Song”. The book contains commentary by Dylan on 66 songs by other artists. John's song “Doesn’t Hurt Anymore” (from the album Bone Days) is written about in Chapter 40 of the book. music.apple.com/us/album/doesnt-hurt-anymore/292079690?i=292079910Thank you, Bob Dylan. ... See MoreSee Less
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dear coyote logicsi fell madly in lovei gave all i hadonly to findmyself all aloneand i don’tunderstand whysignedbewildered………..bewilderedthe fell madly in love parttheres a reasoncalled falling madlythemad ly is in that ... See MoreSee Less
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When Not to Lielines from Wazi’s Dream album by John Trudell, 2015you want to know what the truth isthe truth is to know when not to lieme and the clouds resting up, here on the hillsidesmoking more than i should, but not as much as i wantconsidering some kind of worked out sort of compromisethoughts loosed chasing concepts of truthing and lyingwith most every ones obsessing on their own versionsof demanded truths, in the great condemning of the liestill most every ones keep playing a game of avoidings in the making believe of if, they don’t call their lies, lies what it is makes, they don’t call their lies, not really liesa doing unto others what we keep doing unto ourselvessomethings going on in our selves that need explainingsin a way fears self judgements twist most every thinking into a blame, a rationalization, a justification, or a denialwhat are these things that we keep calling not really liesthe private hidden negatives most every one self projectsa through our heads never realizing what we are realizing negatives we’ve been fed since childhood about ourselves lies we're repeatedly told until we repeatedly believe themparticipating in life living in the lies of we’re guilty from birth a way of seeing the world while we argue about who’s lying abstracting the truth in a righteousness that no one can win not recognizing the truths that there’s nothing wrong with us the most dangerous lies are self told diminishing self esteemwhen delusion takes the places of seeing our own goodnessjudgements devour the sacred of seeing sacreds from within the mistakes that get made along the way are truths to learn these quarrelings about truths and lies get lost in the quarrel truths and lies get told and retold until they start to look alikecarrying the lies we've been told about ourselves as our trutha chaos of truthing versus lying creates its hard to recognizeyou want to know what the truth isthe truth is to know when not to lie ... See MoreSee Less
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coyote logicswandering between the tastes of soundwhere bitter and sweetare colors of lifein weavings of spiralinglights that flicker ... See MoreSee Less
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