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This is for my Brother for his Birthday, which is on September 18th.

Happy Birthday, Denny. I love ya, guy.

The song is named "Indian Sunset" and is from Elton John's "Madman Across the Water" album from 1971. Denny introduced Elton's music to me with the gift of that album. For his birthday, I wanted to do a piece based on this song, which is my favorite from the album, and while looking for stock, I happened upon the background, which is also named "Indian Sunset." Once again, the Muse had the plan down perfectly, long before I had even a clue.

The link to hear the song is after the lyrics. I think you will enjoy it.

"Indian Sunset" -- Elton John, Bernie Taupin

As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee,
Oh, I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman,
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving.
"This I can't believe," I said. "I can't believe our warlord's dead.
Oh, he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns.
Oh, great father of the Iroquois, ever since I was young
I've read the writing of the smoke and breastfed on the sound of drums.
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine.
And now you ask that I should watch
The red man's race be slowly crushed.
What kind of words are these to hear
From Yellow Dog whom white man fears?"

I take only what is mine, Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child.
I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride.
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run.

Trampling down the prairie rose, leaving hoof tracks in the sand.
Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my hands.
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead.
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead.

Now, there seems no reason why I should carry on.
In this land that once was my land I can't find a home.
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming,
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running.
For, soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns.

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole.

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Description
This is for my Brother for his Birthday, which is on September 18th.

Happy Birthday, Denny. I love ya, guy.

The song is named "Indian Sunset" and is from Elton John's "Madman Across the Water" album from 1971. Denny introduced Elton's music to me with the gift of that album. For his birthday, I wanted to do a piece based on this song, which is my favorite from the album, and while looking for stock, I happened upon the background, which is also named "Indian Sunset." Once again, the Muse had the plan down perfectly, long before I had even a clue.

The link to hear the song is after the lyrics. I think you will enjoy it.

"Indian Sunset" -- Elton John, Bernie Taupin

As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee,
Oh, I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman,
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving.
"This I can't believe," I said. "I can't believe our warlord's dead.
Oh, he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns.
Oh, great father of the Iroquois, ever since I was young
I've read the writing of the smoke and breastfed on the sound of drums.
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine.
And now you ask that I should watch
The red man's race be slowly crushed.
What kind of words are these to hear
From Yellow Dog whom white man fears?"

I take only what is mine, Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child.
I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride.
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run.

Trampling down the prairie rose, leaving hoof tracks in the sand.
Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my hands.
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead.
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead.

Now, there seems no reason why I should carry on.
In this land that once was my land I can't find a home.
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming,
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running.
For, soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns.

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole.

youtu.be/qmTx_K_m4fU

Background thinking-fishstock.deviantart.… by
Tepee pilgrimsoul.deviantart.com/art… by
Woman and Child lorivintage55stock.deviantart.… by
Appaloosa photopolis.deviantart.com/art/… by
Flute Talker dalistock.deviantart.com/art/I… by
2 Layers of Texture fantasystock.deviantart.com/ar… by

Download is 2250 x 3003

GIMP, Intuos3

I hereby grant permission for any of my works to be displayed by

EDIT: I have added a WP version, which can be found here :thumb137268451: