Touch it, just once, and change the world
Crazy Horse was no Indian
I never knew him, but I can tell you that
The only time I saw him, he was on fire
screaming, cursing at beautiful speeds
across the plains of the Dakotas
Riding bareback, with an entire people behind him
His eyes were solid, white. He stared straight ahead only,
for a moment did he slow his pace, as he saw an eagle, and the eagle
was jealous Because Crazy Horse was no Indian
he was a mountain, stronger than any other mountain God had ever made,
faster than any river ever carved, and straighter than any arrow ever
shot
He was a ghost, he was gonna live forever and,
he was already dead
He wasnt a man,
He wasnt an Indian
He was a dream, that all the Indians had. They followed that dream.
Entire tribes chased it, cornered it, tried to touch it- outsiders tried to kill it but,
they never could, and they never will
I could have gotten a photograph, though
something to last
last longer than the scorched earth he left in the Dakotas
longer than his ashes, longer than chants to honor him, longer than the memory of a man
Longer than a dream, anyway
Crazy Horse was no Indian
I never knew him, but I can tell you that
The only time I saw him, he was on fire
screaming, cursing at beautiful speeds
across the plains of the Dakotas
Riding bareback, with an entire people behind him
His eyes were solid, white. He stared straight ahead only,
for a moment did he slow his pace, as he saw an eagle, and the eagle
was jealous Because Crazy Horse was no Indian
he was a mountain, stronger than any other mountain God had ever made,
faster than any river ever carved, and straighter than any arrow ever
shot
He was a ghost, he was gonna live forever and,
he was already dead
He wasnt a man,
He wasnt an Indian
He was a dream, that all the Indians had. They followed that dream.
Entire tribes chased it, cornered it, tried to touch it- outsiders tried to kill it but,
they never could, and they never will
I could have gotten a photograph, though
something to last
last longer than the scorched earth he left in the Dakotas
longer than his ashes, longer than chants to honor him, longer than the memory of a man
Longer than a dream, anyway
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Also, plenty of house parties, a handful of really good bars, an Imax theater at the Texas museum, and the world famous Alamo Drafthouse. And the usual abandoned mental institutions, country western bars, swinger clubs and so forth.
I used to drive the train.
well during the filming she was clothed
and we actually didn't use those set of arms for the movie (they were extra)
She was very evil.
She had 5 other sets of arms that we used
did I mention that she was an accomplice in a murder in the movie too?