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

this is a beautifu song um....can we dance around the fire?

Okay...blonde has kicked in and all I can translate is HUH????

Still not singin'? Ain't chall real injuns?

Um...yeah...sure...
Haven't you seen blonde indians?

can I send smoke signals??

Oops...forgot that it should be a QUESTION so I'll rephrase...


Will you, please?

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...

That's just too sad! Isn't there a happier version somewhere?

Ain't chall supposed to be dancin?

You made us depressed with that last song...
How do you intend to make it up to us?

can we put warpaint on each other?

Good idea, Injun princess Holly! That might make us all happy again, doncha think?

are you a Southern Cowboy?

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

I wanna go back to playing pimp hats and metalwenches!

do you think you belong in the poetry forum?

Galen and Holly....are you girls gonna wear a feather headress to bed tonight?

I'm just singing while they get to dancin', right girls?

Was I TALKING to you, Joey?

Sorry, totally kidding. I couldn't be that mean to you.