I've seen that boneyard rider A shadow black like the night And he cried, "'pon earth and sky, tread lighter Lest your way I soon may ride" He passed his hand 'cross the water And turned his face toward the sun And he cried, "So I, the boneyard rider Swear by blood and fire, My will be done." We burned our bridges brighter And cast our dead out to sea And I cried, "Oh, damned am I, dark rider Don't you show No mercy?"You see that comin' fire" Vengeance mine, " sayeth he And to die beside the boneyard rider Such is doom And destiny
As a trucker who traversed thousands of miles of the beautiful Midwest, every time I hear this song I could not help but think about the residents of the towns of Jarrell, Moore, Joplin, and many others when those killer tornadoes struck them. A wall of whirling darkness and fury like something out of hell itself, unstoppable and merciless, so massive that those in their paths only saw the entire sky descending upon them. RIP to these folks who perished during these storms.
What makes this song even more haunting is the image. On the bottom left corner there seems to be a monster F-5 wedge tornado in the distance. The storm in this picture looks almost identical to the El Reno, Oklahoma storm of 2013, which produced 325+ mph winds and was 2.6 miles wide. The Plains Indians, who are no strangers to tornados, believed that they were spirits of the vengeful dead.
Não é medival é indígena. As partes orquestradas, tem um monte delas que tem as músicas indígenas como inspiração... Aliás o nome Búfalo Branco do Grupo de Country, vem do nome de uma música indígena, também inspiração para Paul Simon e Art Garfunkel, fazerem uma versão para Condor Pasa. Também para a criação da música do Xaman e o nome da banda.
