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    (Original post by Infinity)
    Iroquois Cool. Do you know anything about them or their traditions or were you raised away from all that?

    <keeps thinking "uruk-hai">
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    (Original post by Infinity)
    Iroquois Cool. Do you know anything about them or their traditions or were you raised outside of all that?
    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 breast fed 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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    (Original post by Infinity)
    Iroquois Cool. Do you know anything about them or their traditions or were you raised outside of all that?
    Nope...my dad keeps telling me they were cannabilistic though (to wind up my mum)
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    (Original post by Danithestudent)
    I wish we'd been nicer to Ireland...they'd be great to have as part of the country again.
    Maybe then Ken Livingston would let London, the capital of England have a St George's day parade as well :mad:

    I hate that man so much
    Ireland certainly wouldn't want to be part of the UK again. Well the fact that St George was a fictional character (based on such). I mean, slaying a dragon? let's get a grip.

    I think it's good that places like London have a St Patricks day parade, I mean, England did sit back in the 1850s when millions upon millions of Irish men , women and children died in the potato famine.
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    Awww that's beautiful
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    (Original post by Joey_Johns)
    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 breast fed 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
    Very nice, however there two small problems with it. One is the word 'squ*w*' it does not mean what you think it means. It is actually a very lude and offensive name given to the ndn women by the settlers.

    The second is the ending sugest that the warrior has just shot himself, that would never happen as the ndn people do not believe in suicide (or rather did not at that time) as the only honorable death was in battle or from old age or disease.

    Edit: Ok just read it again and I may have misinterpreted the ending. Where did you find this piece? I'm curious as no true ndn would use the word squaw.
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    (Original post by Danithestudent)
    Nope...my dad keeps telling me they were cannabilistic though (to wind up my mum)
    I think that's the apaches or maybe the blackfoot.
    Wouldn't surprise me either way.
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    (Original post by Infinity)
    Very nice, however there two small problems with it. One is the word 'squ*w*' it does not mean what you think it means. It is actually a very lude and offensive name given to the ndn women by the settlers.

    The second is the ending sugest that the warrior has just shot himself, that would never happen as the ndn people do not believe in suicide (or rather did not at that time) as the only honorable death was in battle or from old age or disease.
    Fair enough about the first point, they are Bernie Taupins lyrics, not mine!

    No you misunderstand, the Indian gets shot by a white man at the end. It is all the more apparent in the song, however I can see the the misunderstanding.
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    (Original post by Joey_Johns)
    Fair enough about the first point, they are Bernie Taupins lyrics, not mine!

    No you misunderstand, the Indian gets shot by a white man at the end. It is all the more apparent in the song, however I can see the the misunderstanding.
    See my edit, I realised that when I read it the second time.
    I do like it alot, I just wish it didn't have that one word in there.
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    (Original post by Infinity)
    I think that's the apaches or maybe the blackfoot.
    Wouldn't surprise me either way.
    Can you spot any inaccuracies in this?

    You tell me there's an angel in your tree
    Did he say he'd come to call on me
    For things are getting desperate in our home
    Living in the parish of the restless folks I know

    Everybody now bring your family down to the riverside
    Look to the east to see where the fat stock hide
    Behind four walls of stone the rich man sleeps
    It's time we put the flame torch to their keep

    Burn down the mission
    If we're gonna stay alive
    Watch the black smoke fly to heaven
    See the red flame light the sky

    Burn down the mission
    Burn it down to stay alive
    It's our only chance of living
    Take all you need to live inside

    Deep in the woods the squirrels are out today
    My wife cried when they came to take me away
    But what more could I do just to keep her warm
    Than burn burn burn burn down the mission walls
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    (Original post by Infinity)
    I think that's the apaches or maybe the blackfoot.
    Wouldn't surprise me either way.
    That's it blackfoot that was the one I'm related to....i did a project on ira....ira...the other ones
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    Banastre Tarleton for ruining American morale and for being able to unrelentlessly avoid them and thus, not be caught by them ! Henceforth, the Americans have villified him as a deranged blood-thirsty lunatic.



    Robert Peel for upholding free trade and allowing for the creation of what can be called the first true sign of naked democracy



    Nestor Makhno for fighting the depraved and unrelenting Bolsheviks through skirmishes and bombs and for[SIZE=1] resisting the corruptness and deplorable White army ....in essence fighting for his country the Ulkraine and its independance.



    and some others:

    Thomas Carlyle
    John Bright
    Jefferson Davis
    Washington Irving
    Sullivan Ballou
    Samuel Johnson
    and myself
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    (Original post by Infinity)
    See my edit, I realised that when I read it the second time.
    I do like it alot, I just wish it didn't have that one word in there.

    Bernie Taupin has an obsession with the American West - he even lives there now on his own working ranch. I'm sure he knows he made a mistake with that lyric now, but it was written 34 years ago so cant really be changed now lol!
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    (Original post by Joey_Johns)
    Can you spot any inaccuracies in this?

    You tell me there's an angel in your tree
    Did he say he'd come to call on me
    For things are getting desperate in our home
    Living in the parish of the restless folks I know

    Everybody now bring your family down to the riverside
    Look to the east to see where the fat stock hide
    Behind four walls of stone the rich man sleeps
    It's time we put the flame torch to their keep

    Burn down the mission
    If we're gonna stay alive
    Watch the black smoke fly to heaven
    See the red flame light the sky

    Burn down the mission
    Burn it down to stay alive
    It's our only chance of living
    Take all you need to live inside

    Deep in the woods the squirrels are out today
    My wife cried when they came to take me away
    But what more could I do just to keep her warm
    Than burn burn burn burn down the mission walls
    I don't even want to read it again. What is that, the New agers mantra?
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    (Original post by Infinity)
    I don't even want to read it again. What is that, the New agers mantra?
    Nooooo! Its written from the prespective of either peoples of the Americas prospective when the white man tried to force Christian faith upon them. Its more Taupin lyrics. Like I said he is obsessed with the west.
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    the mormons were the most obsessed with christianing all the natives - they were despicable in their behaviour - towards both other Americans and Natives in the west.


    get Ken Burns' The West on dvd, absolutely mind-blowing , i have it.
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    (Original post by Sami_ThePeelite)
    the mormons were the most obsessed with christianing all the natives - they were despicable in their behaviour - towards both other Americans and Natives in the west.


    get Ken Burns' The West on dvd, absolutely mind-blowing , i have it.
    You will appreciate these Taupin lyrics then:

    Like a corn in a field I cut you down
    I threw the last punch too hard
    After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time
    To throw in my hand for a new set of cards

    And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend
    I figured we'd painted too much of this town
    And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon
    And I knew then I had lost what should have been found
    I knew then I had lost what should have been found

    And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
    I'm low as a paid assassin is
    You know I'm cold as a hired sword
    I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up
    You know I can't think straight no more
    You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford

    Like a child when his toys have been stepped on
    That's how it all seemed to me
    I burst the bubble that both of us lived in
    And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel

    And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man
    Your friends and mine don't call no more
    Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded
    Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law
    Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law
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    (Original post by Sami_ThePeelite)
    the mormons were the most obsessed with christianing all the natives - they were despicable in their behaviour - towards both other Americans and Natives in the west.


    get Ken Burns' The West on dvd, absolutely mind-blowing , i have it.
    Funny somehow I thought it was the catholics. Either way it was ridiculous, if someone would have just stopped to think for a moment they may have realised that the ndn god (ie. the creator/ the great spirit) and the christian god were one and the same. Not to mention how confused they were as to our respect for (not worship of) other spirits. What's really bad is that there are still christians today that still hold the same point of view from 100 yrs or more ago. Still thinking we must be saved or we shall surely perish in the pits of hell. Nonsense.
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    (Original post by Infinity)
    Funny somehow I thought it was the catholics. Either way it was ridiculous, if someone would have just stopped to think for a moment they may have realised that the ndn god (ie. the creator/ the great spirit) and the christian god were one and the same. Not to mention how confused they were as to our respect for (not worship of) other spirits. What's really bad is that there are still christians today that still hold the same point of view from 100 yrs or more ago. Still thinking we must be saved or we shall surely perish in the pits of hell. Nonsense.
    just another reason for why religion is bad
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    (Original post by MuniE)
    just another reason for why religion is bad
    Not mine!
 
 
 
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