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Wij (Maar vooral Black_Tulip) vragen ons af welke nummers er over Indianen zijn. (Amerikaanse Indianen, geen Indiërs.) Liefst met tekst. We hebben zelf al bedacht;
Iron Maiden - Run to the Hills
Judas Priest - Savage
Anthrax - Indians
Nightwish - Creek Mary's blood
Iron Maiden - Run to the Hills
Judas Priest - Savage
Anthrax - Indians
Nightwish - Creek Mary's blood
[KNE]-Mod
Dance 2 Trance - P.ower of A.merican N.ativs
Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today. - James Dean
Fotoboek!!
Fotoboek!!
Redbone - We Were All Wounded At Wounded Knee
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
In the name of manifest destiny
You and me - you and me - you and me
They made us many promises but always broke their word
They penned us in like buffalo, drove us like a herd
And finally on the reservation
We were going for our preservation
We were all wiped out by the seventh cavalry
You and me - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
In the name of manifest destiny
You and me - you and me - you and me
Now we make our promises, we won't break our word
We'll sing, sing, sing out our story till the truth is heard
There's a whole new generation
Which will dream of veneration
Who were not wiped out by the seventh cavalry
You and me - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
We were all wounded - by Wounded Knee
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
In the name of manifest destiny
You and me - you and me - you and me
They made us many promises but always broke their word
They penned us in like buffalo, drove us like a herd
And finally on the reservation
We were going for our preservation
We were all wiped out by the seventh cavalry
You and me - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
In the name of manifest destiny
You and me - you and me - you and me
Now we make our promises, we won't break our word
We'll sing, sing, sing out our story till the truth is heard
There's a whole new generation
Which will dream of veneration
Who were not wiped out by the seventh cavalry
You and me - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
We were all wounded at Wounded Knee - you and me
We were all wounded - by Wounded Knee
Nik Kershaw - Cowboys & Indians
I am a man with things to say
Got the real thing here without a doubt
My aim is true, I'm on my way
And I know what life is all about
I'll be around
One day
Gunslung civilians
I'll be around
We'll play
Cowboys and Indians
I'll be around and around and around and around
I am a man with things to sell
And I sell them for the highest bid
I know my job, I do it well
I think maybe I'm the sundance kid
(Chorus)
Another shot
Another holler
Another bullet
Another dollar
Another day
I am a man without a cause
But that don't stop all the fun and games
I'm wild bill without his horse
I'm a modern day Jesse James
I am a man with things to say
Got the real thing here without a doubt
My aim is true, I'm on my way
And I know what life is all about
I'll be around
One day
Gunslung civilians
I'll be around
We'll play
Cowboys and Indians
I'll be around and around and around and around
I am a man with things to sell
And I sell them for the highest bid
I know my job, I do it well
I think maybe I'm the sundance kid
(Chorus)
Another shot
Another holler
Another bullet
Another dollar
Another day
I am a man without a cause
But that don't stop all the fun and games
I'm wild bill without his horse
I'm a modern day Jesse James
M - Cowboys & Indians
Hello, everybody. It's TV-Time! Off we go.
I've got a holster for my gun.
Silver spurs on my boots.
I'll be ready when they come.
God help the first one that shoots!
I guess I'll never change...
'Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Heyup!
I won't make Custer's mistake;
He didn't finish all his beans.
Sometimes I get the shakes.
Wish I was back in New Orleans!
I guess I'll never change...
'Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Hands up! Golly!
Howdy, pardner.
I guess I'll never change...
'Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Oh, no. We don't stand a chance!
This could be my last stand:
War paint and colors everywhere.
Aw, shucks! My Winny just did jam!
No Redskin's gonna trim my hair!
I guess I'll never change...
'Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Now tell them the true story - Cowboys and Indians.
How the west was really won. Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Hello, everybody. It's TV-Time! Off we go.
I've got a holster for my gun.
Silver spurs on my boots.
I'll be ready when they come.
God help the first one that shoots!
I guess I'll never change...
'Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Heyup!
I won't make Custer's mistake;
He didn't finish all his beans.
Sometimes I get the shakes.
Wish I was back in New Orleans!
I guess I'll never change...
'Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Hands up! Golly!
Howdy, pardner.
I guess I'll never change...
'Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Oh, no. We don't stand a chance!
This could be my last stand:
War paint and colors everywhere.
Aw, shucks! My Winny just did jam!
No Redskin's gonna trim my hair!
I guess I'll never change...
'Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Now tell them the true story - Cowboys and Indians.
How the west was really won. Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Queen - Cowboys & Indians
It's a long fast dance
Well the long fast dance of progress
And the long slow waltz of decay
Made such a natural born couple
They settled down right here in the USA
Dream home for two in the USA
Hot jazz, cool blues, we got country
We get rock and roll all day
Like to dance, come on down get funky
That's the way, that's the way
That's the way hey, hey in the USA
There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range
But the cowboys and indians have changed - they've changed
We've got James Dean on the silver screen
We've got James Brown he won't let you down
Now Elvis was the king of rock and roll
We got preacher men who want to save your soul
Got the motorcity with the Motown beat
Get hip to the beat on the hip hop street
Stars and bars and the biggest cars
And a rocket ship take you up to Mars
There's the east coast trip where it's real uptight
Where you work all day and you play all night
And the west coast side with the laid back scene
When you just lay back and it seems like a dream
There's a lot of places in between
There's Hollywood and the city by the bay
And the whole damn south down Louisiana way, way, way
That's the way, that's the way hey, hey in the USA
There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range
But the cowboys and indians have changed, the've changed
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
The cowboys and cowgirls and indians have changed
Baby, baby, baby
That's the way, that's the way in the USA
Cowboys and indians...
Home on the range
It's a long fast dance
Well the long fast dance of progress
And the long slow waltz of decay
Made such a natural born couple
They settled down right here in the USA
Dream home for two in the USA
Hot jazz, cool blues, we got country
We get rock and roll all day
Like to dance, come on down get funky
That's the way, that's the way
That's the way hey, hey in the USA
There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range
But the cowboys and indians have changed - they've changed
We've got James Dean on the silver screen
We've got James Brown he won't let you down
Now Elvis was the king of rock and roll
We got preacher men who want to save your soul
Got the motorcity with the Motown beat
Get hip to the beat on the hip hop street
Stars and bars and the biggest cars
And a rocket ship take you up to Mars
There's the east coast trip where it's real uptight
Where you work all day and you play all night
And the west coast side with the laid back scene
When you just lay back and it seems like a dream
There's a lot of places in between
There's Hollywood and the city by the bay
And the whole damn south down Louisiana way, way, way
That's the way, that's the way hey, hey in the USA
There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range
But the cowboys and indians have changed, the've changed
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
The cowboys and cowgirls and indians have changed
Baby, baby, baby
That's the way, that's the way in the USA
Cowboys and indians...
Home on the range
John Denver - Wooden Indian
Na na na
I, I was a red man
In my passing made no sound
You were the white man
And you drove me in the ground
Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear with my grandfather's father
We're going to rise again
Na na na
I, I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home
Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear with my grandfather's father
We're going
Na na na
I, I was a red man
In my passing made no sound
You were the white man
And you drove me in the ground
Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear with my grandfather's father
We're going to rise again
Na na na
I, I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home
Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear with my grandfather's father
We're going
Run D.M.C. - Three Little Indians
One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("ahh yeah!")
[Jam Master Jay]
Httin hard, now check the hard hit
("Jam Master.. Jay") about to flip
Slide for a minute but I won't slip son
God had my back since ("day.. one")
Back to the track in fact the track's fat
Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black
Disrespect and don't know how to act
You better come correct or I'ma have to bust your hat
One little, two little indians and me
Jam Master Jay and Run-D.M.C.
We been down since (UHH) eighty-("three")
And ninety-three ain't nuttin but another year to me
Cause I flip the scripts, grab hips, give tips
and bust lips, ?? goes the whole length
So get it, get with it, that did it
And if you is a critic get the didick, cause it's
One little, two little, three little indians!
Word up..
One little, two little, three little indians!
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("ahh yeah!")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("ahh yeah!")
[Jam Master Jay]
Httin hard, now check the hard hit
("Jam Master.. Jay") about to flip
Slide for a minute but I won't slip son
God had my back since ("day.. one")
Back to the track in fact the track's fat
Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black
Disrespect and don't know how to act
You better come correct or I'ma have to bust your hat
One little, two little indians and me
Jam Master Jay and Run-D.M.C.
We been down since (UHH) eighty-("three")
And ninety-three ain't nuttin but another year to me
Cause I flip the scripts, grab hips, give tips
and bust lips, ?? goes the whole length
So get it, get with it, that did it
And if you is a critic get the didick, cause it's
One little, two little, three little indians!
Word up..
One little, two little, three little indians!
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("ahh yeah!")
Beach Boys - Ten Little Indian Boys
The first little Indian gave squaw pretty feather
(Little Indian boy)
The second little Indian made her an Indian dollar
(Fighting over a squaw)
Well the third little Indian gave her moccasin leather
(Little Indian boy)
The squaw didn't like 'em at all
The fourth little Indian took her riding in his big canoe
(Little Indian boy)
The fifth little Indian took her down the waterfall
(Fighting over a squaw)
The sixth little Indian taught the squaw how to woo-woo
(Little Indian boy)
But the squaw didn't like 'em at all
One little, two little, three little Indians
(Keep us humming we're the ten little Indians)
Four little, five little, six little Indians
(Keep us humming we're the ten little Indians)
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians
(Keep us humming we're the ten little Indians)
Ten little Indian boys
The seventh little Indian took her over to his teepee
(Little Indian boy)
The eighth little Indian tried to give her a love poem
(Fighting over a squaw)
The ninth little Indian said "You're my Kemosabe"
(Little Indian boy)
The squaw didn't like 'em at all
The tenth little Indian said it really didn't matter
(Little Indian boy)
He acted like himself and he didn't look at her
(Fighting over a squaw)
The squaw didn't care if he never did a thing
(Little Indian boy)
Cause she loved the tenth Indian boy
Loved the tenth Indian boy
Loved the tenth Indian boy
Loved the tenth Indian boy
The first little Indian gave squaw pretty feather
(Little Indian boy)
The second little Indian made her an Indian dollar
(Fighting over a squaw)
Well the third little Indian gave her moccasin leather
(Little Indian boy)
The squaw didn't like 'em at all
The fourth little Indian took her riding in his big canoe
(Little Indian boy)
The fifth little Indian took her down the waterfall
(Fighting over a squaw)
The sixth little Indian taught the squaw how to woo-woo
(Little Indian boy)
But the squaw didn't like 'em at all
One little, two little, three little Indians
(Keep us humming we're the ten little Indians)
Four little, five little, six little Indians
(Keep us humming we're the ten little Indians)
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians
(Keep us humming we're the ten little Indians)
Ten little Indian boys
The seventh little Indian took her over to his teepee
(Little Indian boy)
The eighth little Indian tried to give her a love poem
(Fighting over a squaw)
The ninth little Indian said "You're my Kemosabe"
(Little Indian boy)
The squaw didn't like 'em at all
The tenth little Indian said it really didn't matter
(Little Indian boy)
He acted like himself and he didn't look at her
(Fighting over a squaw)
The squaw didn't care if he never did a thing
(Little Indian boy)
Cause she loved the tenth Indian boy
Loved the tenth Indian boy
Loved the tenth Indian boy
Loved the tenth Indian boy
Neil Young - Pocahontas
Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man
to the fields of green
And the homeland
we've never seen.
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks
and the wagons come
And the night falls
on the setting sun.
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box
at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug
and a pipe to share.
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin'
on the fields of green
In the homeland
we've never seen.
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome
and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man
to the fields of green
And the homeland
we've never seen.
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks
and the wagons come
And the night falls
on the setting sun.
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box
at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug
and a pipe to share.
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin'
on the fields of green
In the homeland
we've never seen.
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome
and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Zow, jij hebt er aardig wat heh?quote:Op zondag 24 oktober 2004 13:41 schreef bukgeit het volgende:
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Thanx!
(Ook een bedankje aan alle anderen die postten en nog gaan posten.)
[KNE]-Mod
Johnny Preston - Runnin' Bear
(oudje uit 1959 of zo )
On the bank of the river
Stood Runnin' Bear, young Indian brave
On the other side of the river
Stood his lovely Indian maid
Little White Dove was-a her name
Such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other
So their love could never be
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die
He couldn't swim the raging river
'cause the river was too wide
He couldn't reach Little White Dove
Waiting on the other side
In the moonlight he could see her
Throwing kisses 'cross the waves
Her little heart was beating faster
Waiting there for her brave
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die
Runnin' Bear dove in the water
Little White Dove did the same
And they swam out to each other
Through the swirling stream they came
As their hands touched and their lips met
The ragin' river pulled them down
Now they'll always be together
In that happy hunting ground
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die
(oudje uit 1959 of zo )
On the bank of the river
Stood Runnin' Bear, young Indian brave
On the other side of the river
Stood his lovely Indian maid
Little White Dove was-a her name
Such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other
So their love could never be
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die
He couldn't swim the raging river
'cause the river was too wide
He couldn't reach Little White Dove
Waiting on the other side
In the moonlight he could see her
Throwing kisses 'cross the waves
Her little heart was beating faster
Waiting there for her brave
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die
Runnin' Bear dove in the water
Little White Dove did the same
And they swam out to each other
Through the swirling stream they came
As their hands touched and their lips met
The ragin' river pulled them down
Now they'll always be together
In that happy hunting ground
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die
Misschien voor de volledigheid de teksten van wat we zelf hadden;
Iron Maiden - Run to the hills
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives
Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills run for your lives
Judas Priest - Savage
Who gives you the right to come here and tell me
I have to leave this place my home
To you it's a jungle, to me it's a kingdom
Where people are free there to roam
Born with the stars we are happy and peaceful
'Til now we were left undisturbed
But you rupture the forests our gardens
And fill them with filth from your cities unheard
Savage, who is savage
Leave your morals, stake your claim
Savage, you are savage
Modern man can take the blame
You poisoned my tribe with civilised progress
Baptising our blood with disease
You christened our bodies with sadness and suffering
Saying then that your god is well-pleased
What have we done to deserve such injustice
Explain to us please if you can
But you can't, no you can't, we can see it in your eyes
Of us both who's the primitive man
Savage, who is savage
Leave your morals, stake your claim
Savage, you are savage
Modern man can take the blame
You poisoned my tribe with civilised progress
Baptising our blood with disease
You christened our bodies with sadness and suffering
Saying then that your god is well-pleased
What have we done to deserve such injustice
Explain to us please if you can
But you can't, no you can't, we can see it in your eyes
Of us both who's the primitive man
Savage, savage
Savage, savage
Who's the savage
Modern man
Who's the savage
Modern man
Anthrax - Indians
We all see black and white
When it comes to someone else's fight
No one ever gets involved
Apathy can never solve
FORCED OUT-Brave and Mighty
STOLEN LAND-They can't fight it
HOLD ON-To pride and tradition
Even though they know how much
their lives are really missin
'WE'RE DISSIN THEM...
On reservations
A hopeless situation
Respect is something that you earn
Our indian brothers' getting burned
Original American
Turned into second class citizen
Cry for the Indians
Die for the Indians
Cry for the Indians
Cry, Cry, Cry for the Indians
Love the land and fellow man
Peace is what we strive to have
Some folks have none of this
Hatred and Prejudice
MOSH PARTWARDANCE!!!
TERRITORY, It's just the body of the nation
The people that inhabit it make its configuration
PREJUDICE, Something we all can do without
Cause a flag of many colors is
what this land is all about!!!!
Nightwish - Creek Mary's blood
Soon I will be here no more
You`ll hear the tale
Through my blood
Through my people
And the eagle`s cry
The bear within will never lay to rest
Wandering on Horizon Road
Following the trail of tears
White man came
Saw the blessed land
We cared, you took
You fought, we lost
Not the war but an unfair fight
Sceneries painted beautiful in blood
Wandering on Horizon Road
Following the trail of tears
Once we were here
Where we have lived since the world began
Since time itself gave us this land
Our souls will join again the wild
Our home in peace `n war `n death
Wandering on Horizon Road...
" I still dream every night
Of them wolves, them mustangs, those endless prairies
The restless winds over mountaintops
The unspoilt frontier of my kith n`kin
The hallowed land of the Great Spirit
I still believe
In every night
In every day
I am like the caribou
And you like the wolves that make me stronger
We never owed you anything
Our only debt is one life for our Mother
It was a good day to chant this song
For Her
Our spirit was here long before you
Long before us
And long will it be after your pride brings you to your end "
Iron Maiden - Run to the hills
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives
Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills run for your lives
Judas Priest - Savage
Who gives you the right to come here and tell me
I have to leave this place my home
To you it's a jungle, to me it's a kingdom
Where people are free there to roam
Born with the stars we are happy and peaceful
'Til now we were left undisturbed
But you rupture the forests our gardens
And fill them with filth from your cities unheard
Savage, who is savage
Leave your morals, stake your claim
Savage, you are savage
Modern man can take the blame
You poisoned my tribe with civilised progress
Baptising our blood with disease
You christened our bodies with sadness and suffering
Saying then that your god is well-pleased
What have we done to deserve such injustice
Explain to us please if you can
But you can't, no you can't, we can see it in your eyes
Of us both who's the primitive man
Savage, who is savage
Leave your morals, stake your claim
Savage, you are savage
Modern man can take the blame
You poisoned my tribe with civilised progress
Baptising our blood with disease
You christened our bodies with sadness and suffering
Saying then that your god is well-pleased
What have we done to deserve such injustice
Explain to us please if you can
But you can't, no you can't, we can see it in your eyes
Of us both who's the primitive man
Savage, savage
Savage, savage
Who's the savage
Modern man
Who's the savage
Modern man
Anthrax - Indians
We all see black and white
When it comes to someone else's fight
No one ever gets involved
Apathy can never solve
FORCED OUT-Brave and Mighty
STOLEN LAND-They can't fight it
HOLD ON-To pride and tradition
Even though they know how much
their lives are really missin
'WE'RE DISSIN THEM...
On reservations
A hopeless situation
Respect is something that you earn
Our indian brothers' getting burned
Original American
Turned into second class citizen
Cry for the Indians
Die for the Indians
Cry for the Indians
Cry, Cry, Cry for the Indians
Love the land and fellow man
Peace is what we strive to have
Some folks have none of this
Hatred and Prejudice
MOSH PARTWARDANCE!!!
TERRITORY, It's just the body of the nation
The people that inhabit it make its configuration
PREJUDICE, Something we all can do without
Cause a flag of many colors is
what this land is all about!!!!
Nightwish - Creek Mary's blood
Soon I will be here no more
You`ll hear the tale
Through my blood
Through my people
And the eagle`s cry
The bear within will never lay to rest
Wandering on Horizon Road
Following the trail of tears
White man came
Saw the blessed land
We cared, you took
You fought, we lost
Not the war but an unfair fight
Sceneries painted beautiful in blood
Wandering on Horizon Road
Following the trail of tears
Once we were here
Where we have lived since the world began
Since time itself gave us this land
Our souls will join again the wild
Our home in peace `n war `n death
Wandering on Horizon Road...
" I still dream every night
Of them wolves, them mustangs, those endless prairies
The restless winds over mountaintops
The unspoilt frontier of my kith n`kin
The hallowed land of the Great Spirit
I still believe
In every night
In every day
I am like the caribou
And you like the wolves that make me stronger
We never owed you anything
Our only debt is one life for our Mother
It was a good day to chant this song
For Her
Our spirit was here long before you
Long before us
And long will it be after your pride brings you to your end "
[KNE]-Mod
King Missile - The Indians
quote:The Indians lived all over this land before we came and killed them.
That was very bad of us.
We thought we needed the land,
But for the most part,
We just ruined it anyway,
And now, nobody can use it.
That's the way we are.
We're pigs.
One of my favorite foods to eat is called corn.
The Indians call it , "maize."
We call the Indians , "Indians."
This is because Columbus thought he was in India
When he first came to this land.
Some people say we should call the Indians, "Native Americans,"
'Cause they were here in America before us,
But before us,
This land wasn't called, "America."
It was named "America" by a mapmaker who never even came here.
He just lived in Europe
And made maps and when he found out about this land,
He just made a map of it,
And just put his name on it,
'Cause he could.
That's the way we are.
We're pigs.
As I was writing this,
A cockroach fell from the sky and onto the table.
I killed it,
'Cause I did.
That's the way I am.
This doesn't really have very much to do with the Indians, though.
I guess I got kind of sidetracked.
Anyway, I hope you see my point.
No Dukes of Hazzard in the classroom
Johnny Cash - The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!
He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!
He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
Dat nummer is van The Cross, een andere band waar Queen drummer Roger Taylor in heeft gezeten. Een Queen nummer over Indianen is White Man.quote:Op zondag 24 oktober 2004 13:35 schreef bukgeit het volgende:
Queen - Cowboys & Indians
[..]
Queen - White Man
Words and music by Brian May
I'm a simple man with a simple name
From this soil my people came
In this soil remain oh yeah oh yeah
He made us our shoes
And we trod soft on the land
But the immigrant built roads
On our blood and sand oh yeah
White man White man
Don't you see the light behind your blackened skies
White man White man
You took away the sight to blind my simple eyes
White man White man
Where you gonna hide from the hell you've made
Oh the red man knows wars
With his hands and his knives
On the Bible you swore
Fought your battle with lies oh yeah
Leave my body in shame
Leave my soul in disgrace
But by ev'ry god's name
Say a prayer for your race oh yeah
White man White man
Our country was green and all our rivers wide
White man White man
You came with a gun and soon our children died
White man White man
Don't you give a light for the blood you've shed?
White man White man
White man
White man White man
For you battled with lies
White man White man
Still lies
White man White man
Say you look around every skin and bone again
What is left of your dream?
Just the words on your stone
A man who learned how to teach
Then forgot how to learn
Oh yeah
Nena - Indianer Lyrics
Words and music by Carlo Karges
Indianer wie du und ich
Die sind stark und furchten nichts
Wir sind mutig, wir sind schlau
Wie die Indianer - Howgh
Auf dem Kriegspfad im Wingwam
Indianer macht nichts an
Wir sind mutig, wir sind schlau
Wie die Indianer - Howgh
Words and music by Carlo Karges
Indianer wie du und ich
Die sind stark und furchten nichts
Wir sind mutig, wir sind schlau
Wie die Indianer - Howgh
Auf dem Kriegspfad im Wingwam
Indianer macht nichts an
Wir sind mutig, wir sind schlau
Wie die Indianer - Howgh
Requiem for the Americas van Jonathan Elias, een prachtige LP uit 1990
When in panic or in doubt:
run in circles, scream and shout
run in circles, scream and shout
Oh ja, de songtekst. Dat ga ik hier niet allemaal inkloppen. Kijk maar even bv op
deze link
Dit is dus een 'serieuze' Indiaanse plaat (qua tekst bedoel ik)
"I saw myself on the central mountain of the world, the highest place, and I
had a vision because I was seeing in the sacred manner of the world. But the
central mountain is everywhere"
Black Elk
deze link
Dit is dus een 'serieuze' Indiaanse plaat (qua tekst bedoel ik)
"I saw myself on the central mountain of the world, the highest place, and I
had a vision because I was seeing in the sacred manner of the world. But the
central mountain is everywhere"
Black Elk
When in panic or in doubt:
run in circles, scream and shout
run in circles, scream and shout
Eerste nummer wat mij te binnen schoot inderdaad.quote:Op zondag 24 oktober 2004 13:06 schreef ThE_ED het volgende:
Iron Maiden - Run to the Hills
"Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates"
~Leonard Cohen
Everybody wants a box of chocolates"
~Leonard Cohen
En natuurlijk Koyaanisqatsi van Philip Glass
Tekst: Koyaanisqatsi, koyaanisqatsi, koyaanisqatsi
Tekst: Koyaanisqatsi, koyaanisqatsi, koyaanisqatsi
When in panic or in doubt:
run in circles, scream and shout
run in circles, scream and shout
Skik - Cowboys en indiaans
Cowboys of indiaans, kiezen kon'k al nooit
'n Schiere hoed of 'n tooi, cowboys of indiaans
Pijl en boog of pistool, 'n pony of 'n peerd
Ik ben 't nog nie verleerd, cowboys en indiaans
Cowboys en indiaans, da's wat wij altied waren
Cowboys en indiaans, cowboys en indiaans
Gao ik met alles met, gao'k der liek tegen in
Ik kiek wel wie der wint, cowboys of indiaans
't Is feitelijk 't zolde, 't zolde as toe
Wat ku'j nou beter wezen, wat ku'j nou beter doen?
Cowboys en indiaans, da's wat wij altied waren
Cowboys en indiaans, cowboys en indiaans
Cowboys en indiaans, cowboy en indiaan
Cowboys of indiaans, kiezen kon'k al nooit
'n Schiere hoed of 'n tooi, cowboys of indiaans
Pijl en boog of pistool, 'n pony of 'n peerd
Ik ben 't nog nie verleerd, cowboys en indiaans
Cowboys en indiaans, da's wat wij altied waren
Cowboys en indiaans, cowboys en indiaans
Gao ik met alles met, gao'k der liek tegen in
Ik kiek wel wie der wint, cowboys of indiaans
't Is feitelijk 't zolde, 't zolde as toe
Wat ku'j nou beter wezen, wat ku'j nou beter doen?
Cowboys en indiaans, da's wat wij altied waren
Cowboys en indiaans, cowboys en indiaans
Cowboys en indiaans, cowboy en indiaan
"Roxette - Harleys & Indians (Riders In The Sky)"
When I go to heaven
Harley Harley heaven
I want to meet a King
Like the Panhead 48
I want to meet the Fat One
We can talk for hours
When my time has come, Babe
I won't be running late.
Flying high
Riders in the sky
Na na na na.
When I go to heaven
Red-skin heaven
I want to meet the Chiefs
Yea, I want to meet all Scouts
I won't miss my friends cos I know where they'll be
We're all part of the Indian Family.
Flying high
Riders in the sky
Na na na na.
It's alright, Baby
I'm OK, honey
I'm only travellin' thru this state of mine
Hey it's alright, Mama
I'm doin' fine now, Mama
I'm only in a certain state of mind.
When I go to heaven
Hog Hog heaven
I'll have a drink with Elvis while Marlon's on his way
We're kickin' and we're revvin'
We're dressing up in style
It's time to take a ride on that freeway in the sky.
Flying high
Riders in the sky
Na na na na
Come on, come on.
When I go to heaven
Harley Harley heaven
I want to meet a King
Like the Panhead 48
I want to meet the Fat One
We can talk for hours
When my time has come, Babe
I won't be running late.
Flying high
Riders in the sky
Na na na na.
When I go to heaven
Red-skin heaven
I want to meet the Chiefs
Yea, I want to meet all Scouts
I won't miss my friends cos I know where they'll be
We're all part of the Indian Family.
Flying high
Riders in the sky
Na na na na.
It's alright, Baby
I'm OK, honey
I'm only travellin' thru this state of mine
Hey it's alright, Mama
I'm doin' fine now, Mama
I'm only in a certain state of mind.
When I go to heaven
Hog Hog heaven
I'll have a drink with Elvis while Marlon's on his way
We're kickin' and we're revvin'
We're dressing up in style
It's time to take a ride on that freeway in the sky.
Flying high
Riders in the sky
Na na na na
Come on, come on.
"If you are depressed you shouldn't be in C major!" - Rick Beato
Veel nummers al, eigenlijk waren we op zoek naar kritische nummer tov de houding van het {oude} westen tegenover de indianen. Maar goed.
[KNE]-Mod
Heino - Komm in meinem Wigwam
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
du!
Das schönste Mädchen in den Bergen
das heißt Siouxcity-Sue.
In einem Wigwam in Montana wohnt sie im Land von Winnetou.
Sieben Tage
sieben Nächte sucht' ich sie in der Prärie.
Ein Regenbogen in bunten Farben wies mir den Weg.
Da fand ich sie! Sie sah mich an mit Märchenaugen
es war Liebe auf den ersten Blick!
Ja
der Regen -Regenbogen
ja
der zeigte mir den Weg ins Glück.
Und nach meinen Namen hat sie mich nie gefragt
nur Regenbogen-Johnny hat sie zu mir gesagt!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
ruh dich bei mir aus!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
hier bist du zuhaus!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
ist er auch noch so klein
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
komm und laß uns glücklich sein!
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
laß mich nie mehr allein!
Lagerfeuer
Feuerwasser
Abendrot
vom Süden wehr der Wind
und mein Blick
er geht nach Westen
wo die Büffelherden sind.
Fremde Länder
fremde Meere
allse hab' ich schon gesehn.
Doch ih ihrer kleinen Hütte war die Welt nochmal so schön!
Warum bin ich fortgegangen? Meine Sehnsucht
die immerzu brennt nach den dunklen Märchenaugen
fern im Land von Winnetou.Und nach meinen Namen
hat sie mich nie gefragt
nur Regenbogen-Johnny
hat sie zu mir gesagt
Regenbogen-Johnny.
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
ruh dich bei mir aus!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
hier bist du zuhaus!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
ist er auch noch so klein
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
komm und laß uns glücklich sein!
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
laß mich nie mehr allein!
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
du!
Das schönste Mädchen in den Bergen
das heißt Siouxcity-Sue.
In einem Wigwam in Montana wohnt sie im Land von Winnetou.
Sieben Tage
sieben Nächte sucht' ich sie in der Prärie.
Ein Regenbogen in bunten Farben wies mir den Weg.
Da fand ich sie! Sie sah mich an mit Märchenaugen
es war Liebe auf den ersten Blick!
Ja
der Regen -Regenbogen
ja
der zeigte mir den Weg ins Glück.
Und nach meinen Namen hat sie mich nie gefragt
nur Regenbogen-Johnny hat sie zu mir gesagt!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
ruh dich bei mir aus!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
hier bist du zuhaus!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
ist er auch noch so klein
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
komm und laß uns glücklich sein!
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
laß mich nie mehr allein!
Lagerfeuer
Feuerwasser
Abendrot
vom Süden wehr der Wind
und mein Blick
er geht nach Westen
wo die Büffelherden sind.
Fremde Länder
fremde Meere
allse hab' ich schon gesehn.
Doch ih ihrer kleinen Hütte war die Welt nochmal so schön!
Warum bin ich fortgegangen? Meine Sehnsucht
die immerzu brennt nach den dunklen Märchenaugen
fern im Land von Winnetou.Und nach meinen Namen
hat sie mich nie gefragt
nur Regenbogen-Johnny
hat sie zu mir gesagt
Regenbogen-Johnny.
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
ruh dich bei mir aus!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
hier bist du zuhaus!
Komm in meinen Wigwam
Wigwam
ist er auch noch so klein
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
komm und laß uns glücklich sein!
Regenbogen-Johnny
Regenbogen-Johnny
laß mich nie mehr allein!
Count upon the sunquote:Op dinsdag 2 november 2004 17:25 schreef ThE_ED het volgende:
Veel nummers al, eigenlijk waren we op zoek naar kritische nummer tov de houding van het {oude} westen tegenover de indianen. Maar goed.
As it will always watch you growing
Count upon the land
To sow the seeds in every young man.
Beating on the drum
Shouting at the moon
No matter what the promise is
I'll never move from this old land of mine.
The promise is to pay
Just watch the people try to steal
The land beneath the clay
The land on which our blood has stained the grass.
Beating on the drum
Screaming at the moon
Promises, oh promises
I'll never move from this old land of mine.
It's a far far cry
>From all the words of exultation
A far far cry
How each child is supposed to be equal
I'm amazed
As you look the other way
To this day
We still don`t believe
Far far cry
Beating on the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon
Beating on the drum
Far far cry
How long do we need to push our brother to the ocean
How long do we need to push our sister to the sea
How many broken promises until we get the message
That until we know the equal we will never feel the free?
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
So until we know our equal
We commit our suicide.
Beating on the drum
Screaming at the moon
Count upon my heart
As you can feel the earth is beating
Count upon my love
And there is heaven for the taking
Count upon the rest
Count upon the last
Count upon the past
As it will wait until we're coming home.
Far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
How long do we need to push our brother to the ocean
How long do we need to push our sister to the sea
How many broken promises until we get the message
That until we know the equal we will never feel the free?
It's a far far cry
Beating of the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon
Far far cry
Beating of the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon
Uit Requiem for the americas
When in panic or in doubt:
run in circles, scream and shout
run in circles, scream and shout
Manowar - Spirit Horse Of The Cherokee
The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee
The white men came to trade & borrow but then they would not leave
Some of us were taken by boat, and died at sea
Those of us who lived were sold to slavery
We welcomed them as brothers knowing nothing of their greed
Born hunters not the hunted as the white man hunts for me
We are descendants of the animals we live among the free
Our trail of tears would end one day at Wounded Knee.
Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me
When we do the Ghost Dance, the buffalo will return
Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn
Great Spirit makes us strong, take us to the sky
The Cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die
Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me
Red Cloud, Black Hawk, Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Geronimo
Strong and brave warriors to the grave
There has been much killing there will be much more
The Medicine Man is dancing he's calling us to war,
Hatchets sing with pride let the white men die
Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me
The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee
The white men came to trade & borrow but then they would not leave
Some of us were taken by boat, and died at sea
Those of us who lived were sold to slavery
We welcomed them as brothers knowing nothing of their greed
Born hunters not the hunted as the white man hunts for me
We are descendants of the animals we live among the free
Our trail of tears would end one day at Wounded Knee.
Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me
When we do the Ghost Dance, the buffalo will return
Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn
Great Spirit makes us strong, take us to the sky
The Cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die
Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me
Red Cloud, Black Hawk, Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Geronimo
Strong and brave warriors to the grave
There has been much killing there will be much more
The Medicine Man is dancing he's calling us to war,
Hatchets sing with pride let the white men die
Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me
Fratsen - Indianen
Als buiten een witte deken ligt
Hou ik jou in m'n tipi warm
M'n veren kriebelen in je neus
Je knijpt me plagerig in m'n arm
Het vuur verlicht je ogen
Rook stijgt dwarrelend de tipi uit
We stoppen hasj in de vredespijp
En vliegen weg zonder geluid
Het gras het groen het bos de wind
het vuur het water het zand
Een stuk of wat konijnen
En een bijltje bij de hand
De kip die eieren legt
En de haan kraait nergens naar
Hij heeft een kale kont
Ik heb z'n veren in m'n haar
En met m'n beide voeten
Wil ik in de aarde staan
Jij bent mijn allerliefste squaw
Ik ben jouw Indiaan
Op het zwarte paard gezeten
Jaag ik bizons achterna
Van de huid maak jij een deken
Van het vlees een lekker stoofpotje klaar
Die ik 's avonds om een uur of zes
Smakelijk op zal eten
Niet echt geemancipeerd, maar ja
We zullen niet beter weten
Het gras het groen het bos de wind
het vuur het water het zand
Een stuk of wat kalkoenen
En een bijltje bij de hand
Als het eten wegtrekt trekken
Wij het eten achterna
De plek waar de dieren rusten
Is de plek waar ik besta
En met m'n beide voeten
Wil ik in de aarde staan
Een met de natuur
Ik ben een Indiaan
En als de buitenlanders komen
Zijn we vrijgevig en gastvrij
Ze mogen in onze tipi slapen,
We geven ze voedsel met drank erbij
En als we zien dat zij proberen
Het land van ons te stelen
Vertrekken wij naar andere oorden
Je kan het land toch niet verdelen
Het gras het groen het bos de wind
Het vuur het water het zand
Steeds groter de onderdrukking
En steeds kleiner werd ons land
Onze tipi is nu omgeven
Door een hek en prikkeldraad
De natuur kan ons niks meer geven
We leven van de staat
Zodat we altijd op dezelfde plek op aarde staan
Nooit meer achter het eten aan
Nooit meer vrij in het leven staan
Als slaven van de Amerikaan
Jij bent hun allerliefste Squaw
Ik ben hun Indiaan
En dan te bedenken dat we
Nooit dood zullen gaan
Als buiten een witte deken ligt
Hou ik jou in m'n tipi warm
M'n veren kriebelen in je neus
Je knijpt me plagerig in m'n arm
Het vuur verlicht je ogen
Rook stijgt dwarrelend de tipi uit
We stoppen hasj in de vredespijp
En vliegen weg zonder geluid
Het gras het groen het bos de wind
het vuur het water het zand
Een stuk of wat konijnen
En een bijltje bij de hand
De kip die eieren legt
En de haan kraait nergens naar
Hij heeft een kale kont
Ik heb z'n veren in m'n haar
En met m'n beide voeten
Wil ik in de aarde staan
Jij bent mijn allerliefste squaw
Ik ben jouw Indiaan
Op het zwarte paard gezeten
Jaag ik bizons achterna
Van de huid maak jij een deken
Van het vlees een lekker stoofpotje klaar
Die ik 's avonds om een uur of zes
Smakelijk op zal eten
Niet echt geemancipeerd, maar ja
We zullen niet beter weten
Het gras het groen het bos de wind
het vuur het water het zand
Een stuk of wat kalkoenen
En een bijltje bij de hand
Als het eten wegtrekt trekken
Wij het eten achterna
De plek waar de dieren rusten
Is de plek waar ik besta
En met m'n beide voeten
Wil ik in de aarde staan
Een met de natuur
Ik ben een Indiaan
En als de buitenlanders komen
Zijn we vrijgevig en gastvrij
Ze mogen in onze tipi slapen,
We geven ze voedsel met drank erbij
En als we zien dat zij proberen
Het land van ons te stelen
Vertrekken wij naar andere oorden
Je kan het land toch niet verdelen
Het gras het groen het bos de wind
Het vuur het water het zand
Steeds groter de onderdrukking
En steeds kleiner werd ons land
Onze tipi is nu omgeven
Door een hek en prikkeldraad
De natuur kan ons niks meer geven
We leven van de staat
Zodat we altijd op dezelfde plek op aarde staan
Nooit meer achter het eten aan
Nooit meer vrij in het leven staan
Als slaven van de Amerikaan
Jij bent hun allerliefste Squaw
Ik ben hun Indiaan
En dan te bedenken dat we
Nooit dood zullen gaan
We blijven ons verzetten! En weten doen we niks...
Leuke motor, die Indianquote:Op dinsdag 2 november 2004 17:05 schreef Litpho het volgende:
"Roxette - Harleys & Indians (Riders In The Sky)"
We used to hate people - Now we just make fun of them - It's more effective that way
Elk jaar Towel Day!(2)](3)
Dommage arachide-fromage
Elk jaar Towel Day!(2)](3)
Dommage arachide-fromage
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