People are trash. Reminds me of a Buffy Saint Marie song. Unrelated to Osage. I just want to post my parody. The Circle Game. A Cautionary Tale. Yesteryear a girl who played a guitar told a little lie, "lie, lie, lie, lie" Hopeful she could ply through fame like water Arriving at the shore, she was a star Though the child was born in Massachusetts An Algonquin word that means "Great hill, small place" The child whose name is old Santa Maria Said she was Cree and told us "It's my way" And the records, they go round and round and her music charted up and down Deceptive songs belied the crime. You can't "return", you can only look inside and see the plain. And go round and round and round in the circle game. Many songs and many strings are gone now Threads through Craven and through Fort Qu'Appelle Italian, though. American, not Northern. Leonard Cohen and Joni MItchell couldn't tell. Mister can't you see she's going country The Universal Soldier marches on. Buffy Saint Marie and likely stories Can you believe they lift us up where we belong?
love the tune at the start
Please get the podcast back
People are trash. Reminds me of a Buffy Saint Marie song. Unrelated to Osage. I just want to post my parody.
The Circle Game. A Cautionary Tale.
Yesteryear a girl who played a guitar
told a little lie, "lie, lie, lie, lie"
Hopeful she could ply through fame like water
Arriving at the shore, she was a star
Though the child was born in Massachusetts
An Algonquin word that means "Great hill, small place"
The child whose name is old Santa Maria
Said she was Cree and told us "It's my way"
And the records, they go round and round
and her music charted up and down
Deceptive songs belied the crime.
You can't "return", you can only look
inside and see the plain.
And go round and round and round in the circle game.
Many songs and many strings are gone now
Threads through Craven and through Fort Qu'Appelle
Italian, though. American, not Northern.
Leonard Cohen and Joni MItchell couldn't tell.
Mister can't you see she's going country
The Universal Soldier marches on.
Buffy Saint Marie and likely stories
Can you believe they lift us up where we belong?