Art Rush - The Chief lyrics

performed in the character of Big Kenneth I bought this headdress from the Glebe Markets and I wasn't sure what drew me to it, but I did some research into Native American culture and the, the struggles from some of the things I've been experiencing in my own life, so I think it was a serendipitous purchase, and, well, I've written this piece and I'd like to have some spare percussive accompaninment, if I could. The Chief stands One brave man as a figure of leadership in his community And he knows not where the eagle flies He knows not where the dragon lies He has no Westfield, he has no Coles He must hunt the food and forge the bowls He steers the rivers and he stays the course He gives thanks for every part of the horse And through it all, with blood-stained skin He bathes in the rivers to cleanse his sin His face is weary, worn and wise A thousand generations of men in his eyes. His feet are tired, and there's a blister He has respect for his brothers *and* sisters. He cuddles wolves and runs with the breeze He lives a hard life, with relative ease Before you criticise and judge Look around at all the sludge We're wrong to scorn his wiser ways We've lost the beauty of those days I spit on stores and bakery bread If only I could hunt my food instead If only we could be more like them They were better people back then. So down with Westfield, this fascist regime We should all be like the chief.. That is my dream.