On the night of the 1st of September we observed for the first time signs of the natives being in the neighbourhood. Fires were seen on the low land near Cape Frederick Henry, and at daylight we saw the natives with our glasses.
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Mystical End
On the plains of the desert
A murmured cry was heard
From the echoes of a wind song
Singing of a word
The word of the land begotten
Is very seldom taught
To natives of the desert
Which tribes of old have sought
Way up in the sky the sun is burning bright
All the natives screaming
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Indigenous people
Indigenous people
Live their lives
Unknown, unsure
To a land no longer ours
Lost in wars
Of long ago
Many of us
Cultures no more
We live in societies
Torn from the past
It breeds in us all
A culture no more
We fight our own doubts
About cultures lost
Who are we really?
Natives of this land
I speak for those
Who believe in their dreams?
Only to learn
We are heathens of old
Land once belonged
To the natives of this world
Now it belongs to a system
That is tainted with wars
The wild fields of old
Live on in our dreams
Dreams that our forefathers bared
I'm a native, a warrior
Born of this land
I fight for the freedom
To be indigenous and free
I call forth my forefathers
To claim to all whom I am
An indigenous person
Who fights to be free?
poem by Kaila George
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Natives Are Restless Tonight
(Don Tiki)
Let me tell you 'bout my neighborhood
If you're visiting tonight
You better stay out of the shadows
Stay in the bright, bright light
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
They're not particularly interested in me or you
They're just looking for some meat
They can put in their stew
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
It's best to stay upstairs
With the Good Book alone
'Cause when the drums start burnin'
You better leave your sermons at home
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
You might consider yourself lucky
Just to be alive
'Cause it's a full moon tonight
And it's right for a conquering tribe.
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Tribes Descendent
Peaceful!
With the purity,
Of the heavens above them then.
They would gather in harmony.
And respect those divisions.
Each speaking in languages understood.
Natives of a land long claimed.
Natives of a land from under them renamed.
Peaceful!
Tribes descendent...
Of Chinese, African and Aztec hues.
Fulfilling lives blessed,
From Sunrise to Sunset.
Until unrest came upon them to upset.
By settlers protesting...
In a collective reason to rid themselves,
From those they chose to welcome first!
To then declare them enemies and terrorists.
With a confiscation done of their resources.
To quench the greed of a gluttonous thirst.
In a slaughterous genocide that took place.
And this is not scripted,
From fantasized beginnings!
But the ending of these strategies,
Will find a more sudden and diplomatic change.
One perhaps not totally accepted.
But one definitely 'encouraged' to believe in!
Since the consequences to be left...
Will not be painted against pretty sunsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great efforts
Great efforts
No rewards
No awards but set backs
No let up in preparation
Strong enthusiasm with indication
"Come what may" push hard with resolution
Port is sighted
All sailors are delighted
Birds hover over head
May be far away some open bodies of dead
Destiny not far away
Cautious move with all alerts on the way
Eyes on high seas to tackle the danger
Arms in hand with readiness of trigger
Black natives are seen similar to those niggers
Shore is in sight
"Hurrah, Hurrah" sailors shout
New land is found to make the mother land
Natives to be approached and made friends
Anchor the ship with arms down
Make our wish loudly known
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Be Loyal To The Native
Immigrants integrated with the natives,
have lost identity and enmity.
Immigrants segregated from the natives.
have kept identity and enmity.
Tamils not knowing their language in Mauritius
Live in harmony, getting no prejudice.
Tamils with Tamil intact in Sri Lanka
Live in tension with the majority.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bwana
Written by lindsey buckingham.
The night brings the stranger,
The jungle cries for more.
The natives in the villages,
The visitor at the door.
We all have our demons,
And sometimes they escape.
But bwana is the visitor,
In control of your own fate.
Bwana, bwana, bwana,
Bwana, bwana, bwana
The night brings on strangers,
The jungle cries for more.
The natives in the villages,
The visitor at the door.
song performed by by Lindsey Buckingham
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to the artist of Endelicio
i
the tall man in his sixties
when we enter your house
says that shattered glasses
are bad for feng shui
ii
your garden chair is a mosaic
of broken glasses matching with
your lampshade of broken bottles
and your floors of broken tiles
iii
it is cruel to hear that they
view you not as an artist but
a mad man
iv
you in your gray hair and thin
structure and old skin
looks decent enough for me
and struggling with all your
art works, paintings, sculptures
paper mache and stuffed animals
v
outside a gray cat is basking its
body under the morning sun
on a stone bench beside the
banana trees
vi
i take a lot of pictures of all your
stuff
and this is the first time that i
have met you
having heard of your name and your
cafe cum gallery
a long time ago
vii
back to the shattered glasses and broken
bottle and tiles
and sculptures of mother earth
and man and emaciated natives
sometimes i ponder that if i were in your shoes
will i do the same?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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These natives are a very good people; for when they saw that I would not remain, they supposed that I was afraid of their bows; and, taking their arrows, the broke them in pieces and threw them into the fire.
quote by Henry Hudson
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Jews are not part of a European ruling class imposed on helpless natives, but are caught up in a tragedy in which two peoples are struggling for the same piece of land.
quote by Jack Schwartz
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Original Sin
Jim steinman
Ive been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since Ive done all the old ones
Till theyve all be done in
Now Im just looking
And Im gone with the wind
Endlessly searching
For and original sin...
You can dance forever
You gotta fire in you feet
But will it ever be enough
Ya, know itll never be enough
You can fly and never land
And never need to see
But will it ever be enough
You know itll never be enough
Its no enough to make the nightmares go away
Its not enough to make the tears run dry
And who knows what evil
Lurks in the hearts of men today
Its a city of shadows
Its a city of light
Its a city of secrets
Its a city of pride
Itll all be over now
All I wanted was a piece of the night
I never gota equal share
When the stars are all outside
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight...
Ive been looking for the ultimate crime
Infinite victims, in a testable time
And Im so, so very guilty
For no reason, no rhyme
So now Im just looking, and Im killing some time
Endlessly searching
For the ultimate crime...
You can loose yourself in pleasures
Till your bodies goin numb
But will it ever be enough
You know itll never be enough
You can always take whatever
You can see them if you want
But itll never be enough...
Its not enough to make the nightmares go away
Its not enough to make the tears run dry
And who knows what evil lurks in the hearts
Of men today
Its a city of shadows
Its a city of life
Its a city of cruelty
Its a city of prize
Itll be over now
All I wanted was a piece of the night
I never gotta equal share
When the stars are all outside
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight
All I needed was a spot in the light
Never had to get so dark
The natives are so restless tonight
All I needed was a spot in the light...
Ive been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since Ive done all the old ones
Till theyve all been done in
Now Im just looking
And Im gone with the wind
Endlessly searching for an original sin...
(repeat)
(repeat)
Im applying for a license to thrill...
Going out on the edge...
Moving in for the kill
And therell be hell to pay someday...
Put it all on the bill...
Cause well always be paying
And paying until...
Were beyond expiration...
With a license to thrill....
(chorus)
song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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Original Sin (radio Edit)
Jim steinman
Ive been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since Ive done all the old ones
Till theyve all be done in
Now Im just looking
And Im gone with the wind
Endlessly searching
For and original sin...
You can dance forever
You gotta fire in you feet
But will it ever be enough
Ya, know itll never be enough
You can fly and never land
And never need to see
But will it ever be enough
You know itll never be enough
Its no enough to make the nightmares go away
Its not enough to make the tears run dry
And who knows what evil
Lurks in the hearts of men today
Its a city of shadows
Its a city of light
Its a city of secrets
Its a city of pride
Itll all be over now
All I wanted was a piece of the night
I never gota equal share
When the stars are all outside
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight...
Ive been looking for the ultimate crime
Infinite victims, in a testable time
And Im so, so very guilty
For no reason, no rhyme
So now Im just looking, and Im killing some time
Endlessly searching
For the ultimate crime...
You can loose yourself in pleasures
Till your bodies goin numb
But will it ever be enough
You know itll never be enough
You can always take whatever
You can see them if you want
But itll never be enough...
Its not enough to make the nightmares go away
Its not enough to make the tears run dry
And who knows what evil lurks in the hearts
Of men today
Its a city of shadows
Its a city of life
Its a city of cruelty
Its a city of prize
Itll be over now
All I wanted was a piece of the night
I never gotta equal share
When the stars are all outside
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight
All I needed was a spot in the light
Never had to get so dark
The natives are so restless tonight
All I needed was a spot in the light...
Ive been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since Ive done all the old ones
Till theyve all been done in
Now Im just looking
And Im gone with the wind
Endlessly searching for an original sin...
(repeat)
(repeat)
Im applying for a license to thrill...
Going out on the edge...
Moving in for the kill
And therell be hell to pay someday...
Put it all on the bill...
Cause well always be paying
And paying until...
Were beyond expiration...
With a license to thrill....
(chorus)
song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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The fascists in most Latin American countries tell the people that the reason their wages will not buy as much in the way of goods is because of Yankee imperialism. The fascists in Latin America learn to speak and act like natives.
quote by Henry A. Wallace
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Waiting For The Light
time is running wild
and fast
my heart is beating like
a drum of
the natives
the sands are consuming
their own
grains
i do not know where is the
door
all windows are closed and it is very dark
it is a night without stars
it is a roof without a leak for rain
time is jumping to another
side
light is coming and
i have a hint where i must go
for now
i am in complete
ignorance
about what happens next
and this is
the happiest part of my life
uncertainty in the darkness of my night
waiting for the light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Opening Up Your Mind
Signs in heaven!
Signs in the sun,
Signs in the moon,
Signs in the stars,
And, signs on earth;
Trampled, crumpled, rumpled, sampled! !
But, iniquity kills the laws.
Depressed, pressed, expressed, impressed, dressed;
But the Sabbath is not Sunday! !
Sites, sights;
A banner for the people!
Great signs,
Fearful signs,
To follow after them.
Engaged,
Safely,
Next stop,
Bus stop,
Cast, last, mast, fast, past, vast!
it will be,
To believe it,
Theory, story, history.
Someone,
Somebody,
Anyone,
Anybody,
Somewhere,
Anywhere!
Ark, dark, park, bark, lark, Mark, cark, Clark, hark, nark;
And like the beautiful stones in the land of your muse.
Love and peace!
Like a widow's mite;
To swim along,
To swing along,
To play along,
Escape, cape, ape, drape, nape, shape, rape, tape! !
All the time,
From the roots,
Right in the sky!
Right in the clouds! !
But, this poem is now openeing up your mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Yarra Flats
A spieler came to Yarra Glen upon the Yarra flats;
He wore a suit of noisy cheeks and something cute in hats.
He was a wicked man, they say,
Such as they grow down Melbourne way.
A spieler gay,
From Melbourne way,
Who sought for Yarra flats.
He taught them an amusing trick with three elusive cards;
But with suspicion such vain things the Yarra flat regards.
And then, with fingers mighty quick,
He tried them with the thimble trick.
A nimble trick,
The thimble trick,
As tricky as the cards.
But still the stolid natives stood, and let him have his say,
But always changed the subject when he wanted them to play.
They were not parting with their 'dough.'
'But now,' said they, 'give us a show.
We'll do a trick,
The river trick,
The only trick we know.
'We'll bet you fifty pounds,' they said, 'that we produce a man
Who'll throw you clean across the river Yarra - and he can
Right where the stream is swift and wide
And land you on the other side.'
'I call your bluff!
Put up the stuff!'
The spieler chap replied.
They led him to the river bank - the day was bleak and cold
And on his collar and his pants their strong man took a hold.
He swung him once, he swung him twice
(The strong man's grip was like a vice)
Then, with a flop,
He let him dropp
The stream was cold as ice.
The spieler scrambled to the bank. 'I've won!' he cried. 'I've won!'
'Get out!' the simple natives jeered. 'Our strong man hasn't done.
He's only tried it once, you fool!
He's going to try again. Keep cool.'
'I've done my dash;
You take the cash,'
The spieler said: 'I'm full.'
The spieler went from Yarra Glen; his clothes were dripping wet.
'These are,' he murmured brokenly, 'the fliest flats I've met.'
And, as the natives saw him off,
They cheered him on with shout and scoff;
'We're all strong men
In Yarra Glen,
But Yarra flats are off!'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Termination
Fly blue sky, voices keep calling,
Bidding me welcome. why maiden land,
Luring me closer, forbiden land.
And as Im standing closer,
Those natives step beyond.
Release the mortal patterns,
My mind I post beyond.
Spinning in circles,
Miracles happen,
As lower life life shows me in to my doom,
Spirit will striken,
The end will come soon.
This is termination,
The outcome of your life.
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
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The name of Peru was not known to the natives.
quote by William Prescott
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A Thousand Steps To Nowhere
Iris
A thousand steps
Paperman
Obviously
Iris
The jewish cemetery
Paperman
It may come in handy
Iris
Let me get him. your heart
Paperman
Stay here
A thousand steps to nowhere
That is all I see
This night is asking questions
Where and what for me
A thousand miles from henny
Who warned me from the start
I feel foolhardy, I miss sardis
Thought I was so smart
Chorus
Down is up, up is down
Thats just life in kinja town
The natives and the castaways
Thats just life for me these days
Henny
Ive had it with this weather
My skin is pale as bleach
Im heading back to kinja
And stretch out on the beach
My past is in these boxes
All clean and neatly packed
No time for sorrow, I leave tomorrow
Theres no turning back
No turning back, Im island bound
I want to turn from white to brown
Sing and dance to calypso songs
Trade in this mink for a pink sarong
Iris
I really do admire him
And what hes taking on
This island and these crazies
But I fear hell soon be gone
Cant let myself fall for him
A terrible mistake
Hes got henny, Im one too many
This time my heart could break
Chorus
A thousand steps to nowhere
That is all I see
Paperman
My heart is pounding madly
Iris
Mine too, wont let me be
A thousand reasons not to
Paperman
Strange but oh so true
Im behaving
Iris
Youre not past saving
A thing we both should do
Henny
Cause hes happy
Duet
Down is up, up is down
Henny
I understand
Duet
Thats just life in kinja town
Henny
Cause hes my man
Duet
The natives and the castaways
Thats just life for us these days
Henny
Cause hes happy
Duet
Down is up, up is down
Henny
I understand
Duet
Thats just life in kinja town
Henny
Cause hes my man
Duet
The natives and the castaways
Ensemble
Thats just life for us these days
Thats just life for us these days
Paperman
Gilbert come and prime the pump
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Globalized Chocolates!
Extracted from the seeds of tropical climate,
Unearthed the remnants of sweet beverage,
The drink of Natives for many thousand years,
Imported to the Europe as cocoa seeds and solids,
When the dark cocoa solid and cocoa butter,
Emulsified with white milk, the recipe found,
In the continent of Europe, but in South America,
Natives were slaughtered, their notes burned,
Their temples, culture and identity ruined,
Their women were separated and raped,
The chocolate was born in the continent of white,
where white, dark and mixed chocolates are sold,
recipe exported to every nook and corner of the world,
the globalization of a commodity before the chips.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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