Sur le sentier de la guerre : tel est le titre du dernier disque de Peter La Farge, paru l’année même de sa mort, en 1965, à l’âge injuste de 34 ans. Cet album était entièrement consacré aux questions amérindiennes. On y trouve certains morceaux présents sur ce site, comme la célèbre Ballad Of Ira Hayes, ou White Girl, qui sont des dénonciations de la situation faite aux Indiens vivant dans leurs réserves, du racisme et de la discrimination, ou la chanson consacrée au massacre de Sand Creek, The Crimson Parson. Les Amérindiens sont ainsi considérés par Peter La Farge tant du point de vue de leur histoire que du point de vue de leur vie contemporaine. Peter La Farge s’impose dans la chanson comme l’un des grands activistes des droits des Amérindiens et de leur mémoire. Drums appartient à cet ensemble des deux manières.


DRUMS

From the Indian reservation to the governmental school
Well they’re goin’ to educate me to the white men’s Golden Rule
And I’m learning very quickly for I’ve learned to be ashamed
And I come when they call Billy though I’ve got an Indian name

Chorus:
And there are drums beyond the mountain
Indian drums you cannot hear
There are drums beyond the mountain
And they’re getting mighty near

Now when they think that they’d changed me cut my hair to meet their needs
Will they call me white or Indian quarter blood or just half breed
Say let me tell you Mr teacher who is going to make me right
In six hundred years of fighting not one Indian has turned to white

(Chorus)

Well you thought that I knew nothing when you brought me here to school
Just another empty Indian just America’s first fool
But I can tell you stories that are burnt and dried and old
And in the shadow of their telling walks the thunder brave and bold

(Chorus)

Why there’s Long Pine and Sequoia Handsome Lake and Sitting Bull
There goes Magnus Colorado with his sleeves so red and full
Ther goes Crazy Horse the legend and those who bit off Custer’s soul
They are dead but yet they are living with the great Geronimo

(Chorus)

Well you may teach me this land’s hist’ry but we taught it to you first
We broke your hearts we bent your journeys broken treaties left us cursed
Even now you have to cheat us even though you think us tame
In our losing we found proudness in your winning you found shame

(Chorus)