Before Caucasians laid their eyes on this land
There were many tribes of Native Americans
Some followed the bison and spied out the land
Some never survived the invading white man

Apache, Comanche, Chickasaw and Choctaw
Shawnee, Pawnee, Cherokee and Chippewa
Seminole, Cheyenne, Creek and Iroquois
Had their own chiefs, rituals n spiritual laws

Sure there'd been fights between some of the tribes
Then the white man offered them trinkets and bribes
When the railroad came, it changed their way of life
With the bison gone, how were they to survive?

[Instrumental break]

So we rounded them up without hesitation
Many died from the bug or from starvation
Traipsed through the mud to the reservation
If they didn't budge, they faced extermination

The civilized tribes tried assimilation
They lived and died in the Indian nation
The trail of tears was their forced migration
It nearly resulted in their obliteration

[Instrumental break]

We sent their kids to boarding schools
So they would learn our laws and rules
They bent and lost their customs and culture
We descended on 'em like a bunch of vultures

They'd lost their main food, the American bison
So they were approved for a gambling license
What had once been only in Vegas and Reno
They now owned their own mega-casinos

[Instrumental outro]

We rounded them up without any hesitation
Many died from the bug or from starvation
Traipsed through the mud to the reservation
If they didn't budge, they faced extermination

The civilized tribes tried assimilation
They lived and died in the Indian nation
The trail of tears was their forced migration
It nearly resulted in their obliteration

Indian Nation

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The hegemony 
not understood, 
how it influences 
my propensity. 
My reaction creating 
an atmosphere, 
uprooting and hurling 
as my perception 
adjusting to the swirling. 
Confusing my focus 
As I listen to 
Some type of hocus pocus 
of the truth. 
The anatomy of 
my conceptual thinking 
misplaced as my spirit 
begins sinking. 
All all at one, 
Creation’s gentleness 
Is all I see. 
See it where? 
A place where the audience 
Is taught not to stare. 
The attention is  
Directed elsewhere. 
Perhaps by the narcissistic gleam. 
Deny, dismiss, devalue and divorce. 
Becoming their common way. 
Controlling the narrative 
Of discourse. 
So, there it sits unabashed. 
Within its gentleness. 
Bestowing the grace 
Of my acceptance. 
The question is, 
“How did I miss this? 
It was placed 
in a state 
of my illusion. 
Ashamed and divorced 
from the communication 
of my very source. 
Denied by the truth 
of my nature. 
by something 
that pretended 
to be greater. 
Dismissed and devalued, 
by the disparaging acts 
of mindfulness that loomed. 
Please old faithful spirit 
in order to breathe 
I will need soon. 
The exposing of  
This hegemony. 
Bringing back  
the breath 
to me.  
I lay my sins 
on it no more. 
Giving me the light 
To endure. 
By the hegemony 
that attempts to shadow 
my propensity. 
The uprooting 
of my soul 
is the perception 
the choice 
for this subject 
to behold. 
The illusional  
Traumatic ties 
Of my sub-personalities. 
These sins I laid 
In the reflection 
of my vision. 
The world of 
celestial gentleness 
becoming my decision. 
To be defined by 
The object of 
What I see. 
Or to plan and  
simply be free. 
To accept me 
As me for me. 
Giving me  
the power to see. 
The blessing 
to be free.

Old Faithful Spirit

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This album is about breaking, rebuilding, and realizing that you don’t need to be saved to keep standing. Every track traces a piece of that journey — from silence to fire, from falling apart to finding clarity in the ruins. It’s dark, emotional, and honest. I wanted it to feel like walking through a city after the storm, when the lights come back on but everything still carries the memory of the night. This isn’t about redemption. It’s survival.

Drive

A quiet record about loud times — tracing one journey through online crowds, lost empires, and small acts of grace. Spoken, sung, and sometimes whispered, it asks what remains when the noise fades.

Grow or die (Reprise)

Just one more night, one more night I know you're killing me but I come alive One more night, one more night I'll hate myself tomorrow but I'm yours tonight Just one more night God, I swear it's the last time One more night Yeah, we both know that's a lie One more night

One More Night

ALC Official Drops her First Album Release!

From ME, to all of YOU... you're all simply amazing, friendly and supportive people out there! You give this girl a spirit-warming smile and the courage to keep chasing her dreams, every single day.

Sending you my love and thanks right now... can you feel it?

Thanks for taking the time to give my song a listen xoXox it is TRULY appreciated! - ALC (Angel Love)

ALC - Don't Get Lost

Don't Get Lost

ALC Official - Don't Get Lost

I wake to a city that hums in grayscale grey,
Footsteps echo alleys where the night forgets to stay.
Window panes remember every whisper I’ve outgrown,
I trace my own shadow as it drifts along the phone.

The clock keeps its quiet chatter, but I mute the crowd,
There’s a map inside my chest where I’m unrolling loud.

I’m alone, and the world is mine to rearrange,
Freedom wears a patient crown, I’m learning how to change.
Loneliness is just a friend who’s learned my name,
In the open sky I find a voice I can’t misname.

I’ll barter empty streets for a sunrise painted loud,
The kettle sings a simple hymn, and I’m not chasing crowds.
 Radio fizzles into static, then a single, honest line,
That I am enough when the night is mine to redefine.

If silence is a canvas, I’ll sketch where I belong,
A caravan of thoughts that wander, yet somehow stay strong.

I’m alone, and the world is mine to rearrange,
Freedom wears a patient crown, I’m learning how to change.
Loneliness is just a friend who’s learned my name,
In the open sky I find a voice I can’t misname.

Maybe I’ll learn to hear the thunder in my own skin,
To dance with empty rooms until the echo sinks in.
Freedom isn’t loud; it’s a quiet, steady thread,
Telling me I’m complete even when the lights go dead.

I’m alone, and the world is mine to rearrange,
Freedom wears a patient crown, I’m learning how to change.
Loneliness is just a friend who’s learned my name,
In the open sky I find a voice I can’t misname.

So I’ll lift my own lantern through the dusk of every day,
Finding rooms inside my heartbeat where I’m safe to stay.
Alone, not lost, just learning how to be my own home,
In the weather of the wide world, I’ll always roam.

Light Between the Pines

Alone

Every Step Of The Way 2

Beneath the Lies

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