When the last tree is gone and the final fish is caught
When beasts no longer run free
You will find yourself in a wasteland of death
And that’ll be a black feather in your cap
Harvest mountainsides, taking more than you need
And you're choking the plants like a weed
If you dig too deep you're gonna turn your water black
And that’ll be a black feather in your cap
You're gonna bring a Red Cloud rolling over your head
Raising a war chief before he's even a man
And the price that is paid for the treasures that you seek
Is your sins against the earth on which you stand
You're gonna bring a Red Cloud rolling over your head
Raising a war chief before he's even a man
And the price that is paid for the treasures that you seek
Is your sins against the earth on which you stand
And when day's end comes, as you're falling asleep
Will your life be known for good or bad
Cause nothing lives long, but the mountains and sky
So keep that black feather from your cap
Oh keep that black feather from your cap
Oh keep that black feather from your cap
This massive compilation from Marvin Tate's Chicago ensemble is funny, wildly eclectic, and bursting with energy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 3, 2022