Hi Folks !

First of all, I'd like to thank the artists who left comments on my banjo tracks. I appreciate them at least as much as the beautiful music and songs I listen to on the site. Beautiful things and wonderful discoveries! I'd also like to thank Ray for explaining how the posts work. There was no intention on my part to highlight my songs, on the contrary.

So here, it's a song about an imaginary Indian Chief. Text in French and English below.
Manitoba
Drums Funk-rock '70 slow
Bass, 908
Acoustic guitar, 3653
Nylon guitar, 3113
Mandole, 3155
Electric guitar, 869
Fiddle, 3381
Flute VST
Vocals, Paul

Good listening

A l’entrée du grand tepee
Les Indiens sont réunis
Aujourd’hui, c’est le grand jour
Manitoba est de retour
Des guerriers peinturlurés
A l’allure tout enfiévrée
Viennent danser, autour du feu
A la mémoire de leurs dieux

C’est la danse du poteau sacré
Quand le tomahawk est déterré
On entend le martèlement des pas
Ceux de Manitoba
C’est le chant qui se mélange aux cris
Occultant la voix du grand Esprit
Y aurait-il un dernier combat ?
Manitoba

Dans le lit de la rivière
Par un vieux chemin de pierres
La vision des souvenirs
Quelques victoires, quelques martyrs
La fumée des calumets
S’en irai à tout jamais
Quelque part, vers d’autres lieux
Vers des sommets victorieux

ENGLISH VERSION
At the entrance of the great teepee
The Indians are gathered around
Today is the grand day
Manitoba is back in town
Warriors with painted faces
With fevered and fiery graces
Come to dance around the fire
Honoring gods they admire

It’s the dance of the sacred pole
When the tomahawk takes its toll
You hear the pounding of the feet
The steps of Manitoba's beat
It’s the song that mingles with cries
Drowning out the Spirit’s guise
Could there be a final fight?
Manitoba

In the river’s bed below
Along an ancient path of stone
Visions of the days long gone
Some victories, some passed on
The smoke from peace pipes trails away
Lost to us now, and here to stay
Somewhere beyond, toward new domains
To triumphant, lofty plains