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I had a great friendin Tulsa, OklahomaA Muscogee Creek Womanat the basement rock showthe last time i was thereshe made a pinion fireand she talked about ghosts and old paranormal storiesone about a ball of life that had entered in her bodylater that nighti cannot fall asleepi was thinking bout the spirit in the half breed's graveyardand the picture on the wallout to me she did recalli went to sleepher grandpa cursed the white man in his languageand on the floor i laymore embarrassed than afraida low muttered curse became the sound of women laughing...I propped up my headin the darkness i reread a photocopied interviewof the man in the photographSongtexteMose Wiley: A biography, Works Progress AdministrationHere is some of what he said:"I am a Creek Indianborn in 18864 miles east ofAna, OklahomaMy father's name was Willie KautaleA full blooded Creekhe had little education my mother's name it was Polly Watsonand she belonged a Lady's Societyshe was a baptistso was my fatherand I myself am a Baptist Ministerwhen i was a boyat the age of 8 yearsvery few Creek had plows or a wagonif you had a plow, pony, shovel or a wagonit was no lie if you called yourself a rich manfarms those days were5 or 6 acrescorn hand planted3 kernels to a hillif you wanted hog meat you could always have somethe woods were full of wild pig all year longand money was not usedif we had to pay the billsChief would pay the blacksmithwe would pay the doctor.Groups would form andgot a lot of wood anddid all the things that the doctors needed done."Sometimes I'm sure, I'm really quite sure that the obscure images have a great significanceThe ice berg tipped the hull the on the ship, theres an awful lot of love it's got to make a little difference. Aus Songtexte Mania