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Weelllllll. I rode bak to the inernet song store and told that Cowpoke "Look heer felller! My injuns can't read that song!!! He said "Well partner, some injuns can't read injun so this heers a copy which ain't writ in injun.
Sos heres yall a copy which ain't writ in injun. Sos cam we heer yall sing now? ##I love you.## chhuTTiyo.n ke ye din hai.n suhaane saathii teraa yuu.n saath rahe bachcho.n ke sa.ng bachche phir ban jaa_e.n mauj me.n jhuume.n zaraa mastii kare.n banake baadal haay banake pa.nchhii haay haay u.Date rahe kyaa baat hai jiijaajii ##A B C D## ... apane gaa.nv kii galiyo.n me.n chale.n ham bachapan kii yaado.n me.n khoyaa hai man baahe.n thaame tiin bhaa_iiyo.n kii Thumakegii phir se unakii bahan saavan ke jhuulo.n se haay baabul ke aa.ngan me.n haay haay hogaa milan diidii ##how emotional## ##A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X## uu huu huu ##We love you.## Tha.nDii Tha.nDii ye havaa_e.n hamako chupake chupake kyaa kahatii.n suno ma.nzil hai kariib ab hamaare bole.n ghaTaa_e.n khushiyaa.n chuno nazare.n churaa ke dil me.n chhupaa ke sapane buno vinod ##how romantic##d |
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this is a beautifu song um....can we dance around the fire?
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Okay...blonde has kicked in and all I can translate is HUH????
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Still not singin'? Ain't chall real injuns?
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Um...yeah...sure...
Haven't you seen blonde indians? |
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can I send smoke signals??
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Edited by
galendgirl
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Mon 06/29/09 08:19 PM
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can I send smoke signals?? Oops...forgot that it should be a QUESTION so I'll rephrase... Will you, please? |
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Allright, sos I moseyed back to the internet song store and toll did guy, "Partner. My injun wemums can't read injun, and thay kint speak injun. That song an't wourt nuttin'!!!" So he sez "Well partner, what kind of injuns do you have? This here song is fer Hindu Injuns. So I ses "Feller, we ain't got no Hindu injuns round heer."
Sos I'll sing ya'll a little song myself. Iffen itl keep yall happy fer awhile. I am stunned and I am broken and my head is in my hand For she who said she love me will not wed an Indian man My Gods who were wild ridden stand quiet by my side For although I loved her she would not be my bride Oh goodbye softly sweet one it was splended while it ran Goodbye my bitter white girl I'll forget you if I can She came up to the pueblo with her bright blonde hair They told me not to love her but I did not care She took me to her parties she carried me around And I was a proud one the tallest man in town For I found great wonder all wrapped in brilliant dreams I held her strong but gentle as kings have held their queens I learned to drink strong whiskey as she took me here and there Until life without my whiskey I could not bear Oh goodbye softly sweet one... [ guitar ] Well when she came to leave me she took me by the arm And she said she loved me and would not do me harm But she would not marry not an Indian she said She thanked me for my offer and I wished that I was dead Now I'm back among my people and they are kind to me Although I'm sad with staggers when I drink that tough whiskey For I've been a white girl's pet a captive Indian Shown off and discarded just a drunk who might have been Oh goodbye softly sweet one... Goodbye softly sweet one... |
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That's just too sad! Isn't there a happier version somewhere?
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Ain't chall supposed to be dancin?
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You made us depressed with that last song...
How do you intend to make it up to us? |
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can we put warpaint on each other?
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can we put warpaint on each other? Good idea, Injun princess Holly! That might make us all happy again, doncha think? |
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are you a Southern Cowboy?
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Yall be puttin warpaint on each other a I'll sing yall one more tune. Now these songs are mostly sad cause that is just the way it is, now ain't it?
Sequoia's winters were sixteen silent tongue spirit clean He walked at his father's side Across the smoking battle ground where red and white men lay all around So many here had died The wind had scattered around snow white leaves upon the ground Not leaves like leaves from trees Sequoia said what can this be what's the strange thing here I see From where come leaves like these Sequoia turned to his father's eyes and he said father you're wise From where come such snow white leaves With such strange marks upon these squares Not even the wise owl could put them there So strange these snow white leaves His father shielding his concern resenting the knowledge Sequoia yearned Crumbled the snow white leaves He said when I explain then it's done these are talking leaves my son The white men's talking leaves The white man takes a berry of black and red And an eagle's feather from the eagle's bed And he makes bird track marks And the marks on the leaves they say carry messages to his brother far away And his brother knows what's in his heart They see these marks and they understand the truth in the heart of the far off man The enemies can't hear them Said Sequoia's father son they weave bad medicine on these talking leaves Leave such things to them Then Sequoia walking lightly followed his father quietly but so amazed was he If the white man talks on leaves why not the Cherokee Vanished from his father's face Sequoia went from place to place But he could not forget Year after year he worked on and on till finally he cut into stone The Cherokee alphabet Sequoia's hair by now was white his eyes began to lose their light But he taught all who would believe That the Indian's thoughts could be written down Just as the white men's there on the ground and he left us these talking leaves |
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do you think you belong in the poetry forum?
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Galen and Holly....are you girls gonna wear a feather headress to bed tonight?
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I'm just singing while they get to dancin', right girls?
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Was I TALKING to you, Joey?
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