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Cost of It All - Tombstone Chronicles III - Holworks Music 2025 all rights reserved
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Mark S. Holman
Holworks Music
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I am flying a kite somewhere on the great plains when a herd of buffalo approach me. I have to forget the fly and drop down into the grass like a prairie dog to be unnoticed by the big bull stomping the grass with his front paw. I have the sudden insight of History and how this exact spot must have been a buffalo slaughter spot which we either paid for it or just let it be. Second verse tells that story and also give a bald eagle perspective settlers had as they crossed the plains. Why was the cost of it all, so small? It made the slaughter have purpose and was integrated into the design of settling owned land to build the greatest nation on the planet. White people dealt the plains Indians a massive blow by eliminating a spiritual food source. Their cost was everything they knew, loved, and lived. It was a small step decison with massive implications. American history makes or breaks this story. For folks unfamiliar with the story of the plains Indians, the story is only as good as what a trumpet will reveal.
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Cost of It All
Rise and fall
Of a bovine maul,
A genetic stall,
Is the cost of it all.
On the wings of a Kite,
Grassland stretches as far as I see,
Devoid of branches of any tree.
Herd stomps the ground as they notice me.
Big bull scraping grass with his front paw
I hope he doesn’t chase me
I have to be a prairie dog.
Lay down, forget the fly
Lay down a clear blue sky
Is gone now. It’s gone now.
Learn from History
Pay it or let it be
Cost of It All
Rise and fall
A bovine maul
This genetic stall
Is the cost of it all.
Standing here I see an eagle soar
Waving to the mountains from afar.
Catch the thermals, ride the sky
Feel the ride above the wide, wide plains.
Buffalo hides are stretching
Repeating rifles are catching them
They fall one after one.
Bloodshed, bloodshed is the cost of it all
So small the cost of it all
Smell the wind sweep across it
A memory of those who crossed it
Plains open wide
Until they reach the mountainside
The cost of it all
Rise and fall
A bovine maul
In genetic stalls
Is the cost of it all.
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