ThE_ED | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:06 |
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 | |
Duimelijntje | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:27 |
Dance 2 Trance - P.ower of A.merican N.ativs | |
bukgeit | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:29 |
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 | |
bukgeit | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:31 |
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 | |
bukgeit | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:34 |
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. | |
bukgeit | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:35 |
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 | |
Klobbert | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:35 |
Purple Haze van Jimi Hendrix gaat over een of andere indianen legende | |
bukgeit | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:36 |
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 | |
bukgeit | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:39 |
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!") | |
bukgeit | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:41 |
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 | |
Snakey | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 13:48 |
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 | |
Elvislives | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 14:00 |
europe - cherokee | |
ThE_ED | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 14:06 |
quote:Zow, jij hebt er aardig wat heh? ![]() Thanx! (Ook een bedankje aan alle anderen die postten en nog gaan posten.) | |
8op | zondag 24 oktober 2004 @ 14:08 |
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 | |
Gravedigger | maandag 25 oktober 2004 @ 12:07 |
The Shadows - Apache | |
Cheese | maandag 25 oktober 2004 @ 12:09 |
http://www.canyonrecords.com/ | |
ThE_ED | maandag 25 oktober 2004 @ 12:17 |
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 " | |
Berkery | maandag 25 oktober 2004 @ 12:36 |
King Missile - The Indians quote: | |
Snakey | zondag 31 oktober 2004 @ 10:54 |
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 | |
mandark2000 | zondag 31 oktober 2004 @ 22:52 |
quote: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. 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 | |
_The_General_ | zondag 31 oktober 2004 @ 22:53 |
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 | |
kwintenstraler | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 16:38 |
Requiem for the Americas van Jonathan Elias, een prachtige LP uit 1990 | |
kwintenstraler | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 16:44 |
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 | |
Forau_Diavolina | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 16:45 |
quote:Eerste nummer wat mij te binnen schoot inderdaad. ![]() | |
kwintenstraler | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 16:48 |
En natuurlijk Koyaanisqatsi van Philip Glass Tekst: Koyaanisqatsi, koyaanisqatsi, koyaanisqatsi ![]() | |
ranja | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 16:49 |
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 | |
Litpho | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 17:05 |
"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. | |
ThE_ED | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 17:25 |
Veel nummers al, eigenlijk waren we op zoek naar kritische nummer tov de houding van het {oude} westen tegenover de indianen. Maar goed. | |
Frollo | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 17:31 |
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! | |
kwintenstraler | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 17:39 |
quote:Count upon the sun 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 | |
SMIDSY | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 21:51 |
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 | |
turnpike | dinsdag 2 november 2004 @ 22:53 |
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 | |
Mark | woensdag 3 november 2004 @ 11:03 |
quote:Leuke motor, die Indian |