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Native Blood: Fake Ash Hit

by Bryan A. Crumpler, Vincent Schilling, Delores Schilling

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Lyrics adapted from the poem "Native Blood" by Vincent Schilling. Full, uncensored lyrics are available as a bonus item for paying supporters.
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[6 bar intro] If you wanna wear my headdress Then wear the blood That fell down our temple as we were Beaten by a settler’s rifle Left gory And dying Left fighting So we'd survive If you wanna wear our feathers Then wear the cries Of animals killed for sport, that died While we were left starving in our tribe And hiding From hunters And mud stuffed In the mouths of babes [8 bar interlude] If you wanna paint your face Then you wear the mud Stuffed in the mouths of babes, silenced And suffocated to let the tribe Stay hiding From hunters (Shhhh!) No crying So we'll survive [4 bar interlude] [rap voice] The land we belong to Was our gift from the Cre-a-tor Stolen from us, now here you sit just bein’ a faker Whatchu know ‘bout children eatin’ candy from a soldier? Laughin’ and peeing in all our treats Y'all fuckas bold, yeah? Whatchall know ‘bout elders being killed and put in handcuffs Walkin’ barefoot in the snow, being told It's time to go, yeah? [corny white man voice] Knock knock, gitty up, gotta leave This ‘s our land now, big chief [rap voice] Elders forced to walk Miles and miles... All covered in blood: every woman, man, and child But y’all don’t want any of that Y’all want that fake shit & turkey feathered hats Dyed to match your eyeshadow Y’all bitches need to know That just ain't how it go We ain’t havin’ none o’ that Y’all can have your painted plastic masks And all your plastic beads from strange factories And all your fake ass “Savage War Paint” No you ain’t, gonna be us on Halloweens Your plastic breastplates are a fuckin joke. Your plastic bear claw necklace is a hoax. You thought you beat us? Y'all didn’t defeat us! And now you sit, havin’ a fit, ‘cause you cain’t be us. Y’all just tryna fill a hole Of an empty soul, and be wack cultural Yet we remind you of the mess that you cre-a-ted But we got legislation now that gives us stā-tus And it’s just more popular, No longer gauche to shoot us all with a lead ball, tryna remove us. But nawww, y'all ain't kill us all We ain't the one's who are lost and forgot who we are Y'all dress in fake ass versions of us Still tryna take from us And get them Benjam-uns But we don't even wanna dress in versions of you. Witcha pilgrim ass shoes Lookin' ridiculous Tick tock, time's up, y'all gotta cease! All that quackery is for the muthafuckin' geese! |: Y'all don't want that real blood Connected to our culture You just want that fake ass shit, You halloweeny vultures! :| Y'all just wanna Disney fantasy And imitation teepees From shinin' sea to sea; You think you're so superior You ain't a warrior, to fight our fight With all them racist muthafuckin' "buh-buh-buhs!!!!!" [sing] You only want the bright co-uh-lors The symbols of our great cu-uhl-ture Not all the missing and all the mur-dered Women Nor our languages No teen suicides And not the genocide [rap] This land is ours, It was a gift from the cre-a-tor And now you wanna steal it back, You fuckin' faker Why you wanna make a fuss You poor white savior Trying and lying 'n disre- -spectin' us every day, yeah? (NO!) Whatch-u know a-bout Wendigos And bein' Eskimos, You fake plastic hoes! You don't want that real blood Connected to our culture You just want costumery, You halloweeny vulture. Witcha red and blue plastic masks Your fake dream catchers... And your Pocahottie fetishes, Y'all just wanna dis-mantle us, But you ain't greater than us And we don't need you to deliver us We just want all ya's to leave us in peace And respect our treaties... Like the fireflies and bumblebees But y’all don’t wanna do none o' that Y’all wanna be a bitch and pitch a fit and prophet off our backs Tick tock, time's up, y’all gotta quit! And stop appropriatin' all our fuckin' shit!!!
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Joe & Jesco Racist (free) 08:20
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[6 bar intro] If you wanna wear my headdress Then wear the blood That fell down our temple as we were Beaten by a settler’s rifle Left gory And dying Left fighting So we'd survive If you wanna wear our feathers Then wear the cries Of animals killed for sport, that died While we were left starving in our tribe And hiding From hunters And mud stuffed In the mouths of babes [8 bar interlude] If you wanna paint your face Then you wear the mud Stuffed in the mouths of babes, silenced And suffocated to let the tribe Stay hiding From hunters (Shhhh!) No crying So we'll survive [4 bar interlude] [rap voice] The land we belong to Was our gift from the Cre-a-tor Stolen from us, now here you sit just bein’ a faker Whatchu know ‘bout children eatin’ candy from a soldier? Laughin’ and peeing in all our treats Y'all fuckas bold, yeah? Whatchall know ‘bout elders being killed and put in handcuffs Walkin’ barefoot in the snow, being told It's time to go, yeah? [corny white man voice] Knock knock, gitty up, gotta leave This ‘s our land now, big chief [rap voice] Elders forced to walk Miles and miles... All covered in blood: every woman, man, and child But y’all don’t want any of that Y’all want that fake shit & turkey feathered hats Dyed to match your eyeshadow Y’all bitches need to know That just ain't how it go We ain’t havin’ none o’ that Y’all can have your painted plastic masks And all your plastic beads from strange factories And all your fake ass “Savage War Paint” No you ain’t, gonna be us on Halloweens Your plastic breastplates are a fuckin joke. Your plastic bear claw necklace is a hoax. You thought you beat us? Y'all didn’t defeat us! And now you sit, havin’ a fit, ‘cause you cain’t be us. Y’all just tryna fill a hole Of an empty soul, and be wack cultural Yet we remind you of the mess that you cre-a-ted But we got legislation now that gives us stā-tus And it’s just more popular, No longer gauche to shoot us all with a lead ball, tryna remove us. But nawww, y'all ain't kill us all We ain't the one's who are lost and forgot who we are Y'all dress in fake ass versions of us Still tryna take from us And get them Benjam-uns But we don't even wanna dress in versions of you. Witcha pilgrim ass shoes Lookin' ridiculous Tick tock, time's up, y'all gotta cease! All that quackery is for the muthafuckin' geese! |: Y'all don't want that real blood Connected to our culture You just want that fake ass shit, You halloweeny vultures! :| Y'all just wanna Disney fantasy And imitation teepees From shinin' sea to sea; You think you're so superior You ain't a warrior, to fight our fight With all them racist muthafuckin' "buh-buh-buhs!!!!!" [sing] You only want the bright co-uh-lors The symbols of our great cu-uhl-ture Not all the missing and all the mur-dered Women Nor our languages No teen suicides And not the genocide [rap] This land is ours, It was a gift from the cre-a-tor And now you wanna steal it back, You fuckin' faker Why you wanna make a fuss You poor white savior Trying and lying 'n disre- -spectin' us every day, yeah? (NO!) Whatch-u know a-bout Wendigos And bein' Eskimos, You fake plastic hoes! You don't want that real blood Connected to our culture You just want costumery, You halloweeny vulture. Witcha red and blue plastic masks Your fake dream catchers... And your Pocahottie fetishes, Y'all just wanna dis-mantle us, But you ain't greater than us And we don't need you to deliver us We just want all ya's to leave us in peace And respect our treaties... Like the fireflies and bumblebees But y’all don’t wanna do none o' that Y’all wanna be a bitch and pitch a fit and prophet off our backs Tick tock, time's up, y’all gotta quit! And stop appropriatin' all our fuckin' shit!!!

about

"The [western] intellectual property rights system and the (mis)appropriation of Indigenous knowledge without the prior knowledge and consent of Indigenous peoples evoke feelings of anger, or being cheated"

Fourmile, Henrietta (1996) "Making things work: Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Involvement in Bioregional Planning" in Approaches to bioregional planning. Part 2. Background Papers to the conference; 30 October – 1 November 1995, Melbourne; Department of the Environment, Sport and Territories. Canberra. pp. 268–269

"A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.”

Bysshe Shelley, Percy (1903), A Defense of Poetry, Boston, MA: Ginn & Company, p. 11

"Even the memory of the nightingale's song makes man happy."

Taras Shevchenko, "The Ukrainian Review". Association of Ukrainians in Great Britain, Ltd. 24 September 1962 – via Google Books.

About Native Trailblazer Radio:

For almost a decade, Delores & Vincent Schilling's award-winning Native themed online radio show has been delivering the hottest topics in Indian Country to your desktop, mobile or other listening devices! The Native Trailblazers Show has nearly a million listeners worldwide. Listen in every Friday night at 8pm or any time thereafter in archives.

Cover Art: fake "Native American Style" parchment by Svetlana Parsh

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BONUS ITEMS INCLUDE:

1) Radio clip of Delores Schilling's introduction of Bryan Crumpler and the Native Blood challenge.

2) The full, unsensored "Native Blood Project" : the pop/hip-hop/rap songification challenge, "Fake Ash Hit", adapted from and inspired by the poem "Native Blood", written by Vincent Schilling; followed up by an original reading of the poem, accompanied by Bryan A. Crumpler's "Weeping Lament", an ambient improvisation of themes from "Fake Ash Hit", composed for Bassoon Choir, Guitar, String Bass, Auxiliary Percussion & Piano.

3) "Fireside Chat With Muses of the Ancestors" : a dramatic narration of the "Fake Ash Hit" lyrics by Bryan A. Crumpler, set to Indigenous flute music;

4) "Joe & Jesco Racist" : radio clip; an uncut replay of the unsolicited June 9th, 2018 call received at Native Trailblazer Radio while on the air, making clear the belligerence and hostilities wielded at Indigenous, First Nations, Native Americans and BIPOC in today's society;

5) An Instrumental (Karaoke) track for "Fake Ash Hit" from the Native Blood Project.

6) Standalone versions of both "Fake Ash Hit" (Uncensored) and "Weeping Lament" (Instrumental) by Bryan A. Crumpler.

7) A PDF copy of the song lyrics.

8) A behind-the-scenes video revealing the creative process for the rap portion of "Fake Ash Hit."

9) Four high-resolution photos of the original rap manuscript.

10) 8x10 high resolution engraving (PDF format) of the rap manuscript.

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released July 28, 2019

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Bryan A. Crumpler New York, New York

Founder of Ahmadeus Beaux-Arts, Inc., a New Lab member company and Composer-in-Residence applying HCI, AI/ML,and BCI Neurotechnology to the art of music & music creation. Specializations: film/concert music & musical cryptography.

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