Report To Crazy Horse
All the Sioux were defeated. Our clan
got poor, but a few got richer.
They fought two wars. I did not
take part. No one remembers your vision
or even your real name. Now
the children go to town and like
loud music. I married a Christian.
Crazy Horse, it is not fair
to hide a new vision from you.
In our schools we are learning
to take aim when we talk, and we have
found out our enemies. They shift when
words do; they even change and hide
in every person. A teacher here says
hurt or scorned people are places
where real enemies hide. He says
we should not hurt or scorn anyone,
but help them. And I will tell you
in a brave way, the way Crazy Horse
talked: that teacher is right.
I will tell you a strange thing:
at the rodeo, close to the grandstand,
I saw a farm lady scared by a blown
piece of paper; and at that place
horses and policemen were no longer
frightening, but suffering faces were,
and the hunched-over backs of the old.
Crazy Horse, tell me if I am right:
these are the things we thought we were
doing something about.
In your life you saw many strange things,
and I will tell you another: now I salute
the white man's flag. But when I salute
I hold my hand alertly on the heartbeat
and remember all of us and how we depend
on a steady pulse together. There are those
who salute because they fear other flags
or mean to use ours to chase them:
I must not allow my part of saluting
to mean this. All of our promises,
our generous sayings to each other, our
honorable intentions—those I affirm
when I salute. At these times it is like
shutting my eyes and joining a religious
colony at prayer in the gray dawn
in the deep aisles of a church.
Now I have told you about new times.
Yes, I know others will report
different things. They have been caught
by weak ways. I tell you straight
the way it is now, and it is our way,
the way we were trying to find.
The chokecherries along our valley
still bear a bright fruit. There is good
pottery clay north of here. I remember
our old places. When I pass the Musselshell
I run my hand along those old grooves in the rock.
poem by William Stafford
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For Those About To Rock
We roll tonight [we're on tonight]
To the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh
Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
'cause rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legend, ain't no cause
We're just livin' for today
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky's alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you
Oooh, salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah
We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about to rock - fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock - fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you (x4)
Shoot, shoot (x2)
For those of you, for those who ????
Yeah
(ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.)
We salute you (x3)
Fire
song performed by by AC-DC
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For Those About To Rock We Salute You
For Those About To Rock (We Salute You) (1981)
Who Made Who (1986)
LIVE (1992)
SINGLE: Big Gun/For Those About To Rock-Shoot To Thrill(live) (1993)
(Young, Young, Johnson)
We roll tonight [We're on tonight]
To the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh
Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
'Cause rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legend, ain't no cause
We're just livin' for today
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky's alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you
Oooh, salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah
We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about to rock - fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock - fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you (x4)
Shoot, shoot (x2)
For those of you, for those who ????
Yeah
(Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.)
We salute you (x3)
Fire
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Memorial Day 2006
It is a decent thing to grieve their loss
Their lives in unexpected Hi Lite upon history's altar
Their was no will to death
We pray their valor was a vision of service.
The young Marine with wire hands haunts me
Stopping in salute before the President's casket
His wire hands so visual a reminder of sacrifice
My mind can not escape that wire hand raised in final salute
It makes me salute the terrible loss - the unconscionable sacrifice -
Of men I have never met closer than a newspaper
And raise my trembling hand in return salute
Of an inadequate acknowledgement of debt.
poem by Bill Grace
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Wounded Knee Creek
Crazy Horse, War Chief of the Sioux Indians of the North American plains, was murdered by white soldiers on September 5th,1877. He was 35.
Soldiers from Fort Robinson came smiling
Pretending friendship to Crazy Horse
Offering the Sioux a lasting peace treaty
But only if the War Chief returned with them.
Trusting lies of those who never honoured any treaty
Crazy Horse rode unarmed into the fort
They barred the gates and held him by the arms
While private William Gentles bayoneted him twice.
Parents of Crazy Horse came to the fort
Took away the body of their warrior son
Secretly buried his majestic heart
At a place called Wounded Knee Creek.
American history records the Indian nations were finally defeated by white soldiers at a place called Wounded Knee Creek on December 29,1890. But it was a massacre. The Indians had surrendered. They were unarmed prisoners when the soldiers opened fire.300 men, women and children were killed.4 men, and 47 women and children survived.
poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
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Salute Wounded Soldier
To serve is a blessing
to battle is a endless honor
to all that served we salute
for the dead we praise their heroism
to drape they coffin with our flag
a 21 gun salute, flags at half staff
we give very little to the wounded
they suffer the most, life ever changing
suffering pain, fighting the nightmares
left to heal, lots to deal with
from the bed they fight for life
pray for healing, what their families are dealing
life changes, minds destroyed, bodies mangled
they fight to survive, strong then life
stronger than us, they will over come
wounds will heal, the nightmares remain
coping with new limbs and faces
proud they stand, Honor they are
Heroes to all, loved by all
thanking for serving, your real deserving
the wounded soldier, the beholder
our deserving heroes, our icons
a salute to all of you
all will not be forgotten
your in our hearts, its an honor
Salute Wounded Soldiers
poem by Michael Peterson
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I Remember
I remember being ten years old
And wondering what I would be?
I talked it over with my father
And he said, “We’ll see.”
I remember being twenty years old
And wondering all about life.
I found myself getting married
And learning to be a wife.
I remember being thirty years old
With 2 sons at my side.
I saw a few strands of gray hair
Which I tried to hide.
I remember being forty-five
And birthdays coming too soon.
I was teaching kids all about music
And waiting for vacations in June.
I remember when I turned fifty
And my body started to change.
The hormonal and emotional challenges
All became so strange.
I remember becoming fifty-eight
When retirement came my way.
I thought to myself, “ Now what do I do? ”
On every single day?
I remember becoming seventy
When breast cancer came to me.
I decided I wanted to live some more
So I created poetry.
All that I remember from that point on
Is where I am today
Using this pen that’s in my hand.
It’s become my way to say
Thank You.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Things Have Changed
(first release, live version, 2000, portsmouth, england)
One two three four
Im a worried man, got a worried mind
No one in front of me, no one behind
Theres a woman on my lap and shes drinking champagne.
Got white skin, got assassins eyes
Im looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
Im well dressed, waiting on the last train.
Standin on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now Im expectin all hell to break loose.
People are crazy and times are strange
Im locked in tight, Im outta range
I used to care, but things have changed.
This place aint doing me any good
Im in the wrong town, I should be in hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Aint no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think hes got anything to prove.
Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Dont get up gentlemen, Im only, Im only passing through.
People are crazy, times are strange
Im locked in tight, Im out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
Ive been walking forty miles of bad road
If the Bible is right, the world will explode
Im trying to get as far away from myself as I can.
Things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You cant win with a losin hand.
Feel like fallin in love with the first woman I meet
Puttin her in a wheel barrow, wheelin her down the street.
People are crazy, times are strange
Im locked in tight, Im out of range
I used to care, but things have changed.
I hurt easy, I just dont show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity.
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
Im in love with a woman that dont even appeal to me.
Mr. jinx and miss lucy, they, they jumped in the lake
Im not that eager, not that eager to make a mistake.
People are crazy, times are strange
Im locked in tight, Im outta range
I used to care, but things have changed.
Art direction and design: tetsuya tamura
Liner notes: heckel sugano
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Supply Teacher
Here's the rule for what to do
If ever your teacher has the flu
Or for some other reason takes to her bed
And a different teacher comes instead
When the visiting teacher hangs up her hat
Writes the date on the board, does this or that
Always remember, you have to say this,
OUR teacher never does that, Miss!
When you want to change places or wander about
Or feel like getting the guinea pig out
Never forget, the message is this,
OUR teacher always lets us, Miss!
Then, when your teacher returns next day
And complains about the paint or clay
Remember these words, you just say this:
That OTHER teacher told us to, Miss!
poem by Allan Ahlberg
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The New York Times
Oh,
It makes no sense to me
Yeah, I was living in a different world when I heard the news
I keep having the same bad dream
And it makes me want to hurt all the people who have done this thing to you
When I see your face, I can see you smile
Read all about you in the new york times
When I see your eyes, I can see your light
When I think about what happened
It makes me crazy
It makes no sense to me,
This eye for an eye thing,
It has gone too far
I dont know anyone who doesnt hurt inside
I would like to believe we could learn from this
And maybe some day we can make things right
I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When you read between the lines
When I see your face, I can see you smile
Read all about you in my new york times
When I see your eyes, I can see your light
When I read about the world
It makes me crazy
I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When you read between the lines
Gotta read between the lines
Whoa, gotta read between the lines
I really want to believe I can make things right
I want to believe I can learn to feel alright inside
I want to believe I can learn to make things right
Oh, I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When I read the new york times
I see your face, I see your smile
Read all about you in the new york times
I can see your eyes, I can see your light
When I think about what happened
It just makes me crazy
When I close my eyes
You seem so alive
I really think about you
I want to believe we can make things right
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
Oh, I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When I read the new york times
song performed by by Everclear
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Great Teachers
I salute to great teachers of ancient India
For their achievement and dedication to the services of mother India
We are greatly indebted and honor the sons of India
Bow our head for their rich cultural heritage left for future India
Think of a life without contribution from teacher
In fact he is our guide and leader
Best friend and face reader
Never his profession was made as trader
So is the glorious day
We must celebrate today
Pay the tribute to all those people
Who did glory and took us out of trouble
Today we are at top of position
With their nice contribution
We owe a lot to salute and remember
They are formidable part of our life and member
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How To Love Again
you look so loney just standing there
hurting from love
you smile but cannot hide the pain of losing too much
i know your heart's been hurt so many times
and you don't want to fall in love again
let me dry each tear you cry
i'll show you how to love again
just take my hand and we'll fly away
chase all our dreams
just close your eyes and let me take you
to places you've never seen
i know your heart's been hurt so many times
and you don't want to fall in love again
let me dry each tear you cry
i'll show you how to love again
so when you're feeling strange
song performed by by All-4-One from On And On
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Wind Horse
Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, gentle Wind horse, you were the last of your kind.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you were running wild and free.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, with this freedom you did nothing but give;
When one called for help you carried them to safety,
No enemy did you have.
Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave your life one day
To a boy with no leg.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave him your endless love.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you now run in the Great Hunting Grounds;
Giving joy to those there, as you did here.
Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, your life was not the last gift
You gave the People.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you prayed for us, you wished a wish for us.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we remember you through your brother Horse.
Wi: yo: h … It is good.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we see you still.
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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Who Am I? -Cory's Story
I am running all the time
but I'm running down hill;
I am thinking all the time
but clear thinking is foggy to me most times.
I do things sometimes and can't remember what.
I do things sometimes and can't remember why.
I have days I just want not to see no one;
just want to hide.
I think certain days
others are looking at me.
I think certain days
others are better than me.
I don't want to go into certain things in detail-
the detail will hurt,
need to keep it general and light,
not get too heavy in my mind.
Don't want to be like others because I can't.
Don't want to adjust
because it will
make me crazy.
I prefer people think I am dull and lazy
rather than I've tried and failed.
Don't want any one to get to know me too well;
I might be judged.
I have a secret side of me no one knows
that is superior over others.
I run away from feeling down
and tried being happy-
didn't like it;
it didn't work out too well.
What is wrong with me?
I was born in the wrong century
I should be a pirate
and not polite
or effete.
And another thing
I really like being around people
but I don't really like them to talk to me.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Mourn Not For Me
As I pass by mourn not
but render me a smile.
Feel pride in your heart
stand a little taller.
Mourn not for me
just because I am gone.
Let not your tears
be those of sorrow.
As I pass by salute.
Salute not only me
but the flag as well.
I fought so hard for.
Hold dearly and tightly
to those ideals.
Without regret or remorse
I defended.
Then listen
with love in your heart.
To the song of the 'pipes
that escort me with dignity home.
06May03
poem by Kurt Hearth
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She Drives Me Crazy (feat. Zucchero)
I can't help the way I feel
Things you do don't seem so real
Tell me what you got in mind
'Cause we're runnin' out of time
Won't you ever set me free
This waitin' 'round is killin' me
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself
I can't get any rest
People say I'm obsessed
Everything you say is lies
But to me there's no surprise
What I have, I knew was true
Things go wrong, they always do
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself, no
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
I won't make it on my own
No one likes to be alone
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself
I can't help myself
She drives me crazy
Drives me crazy
Like no one else
You know she drives me crazy
And I can't help myself
Oh myself
She drives me crazy, oh yes
Like no one else, no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself
song performed by by Tom Jones
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New York Times
Ohhhhh
It makes no sense to me Yeah
I was living in a different world when I heard the news,
I keep on having the same bad dream
And it makes me wanna hurt all the people who have done this thing to you
When I see youre face I can see you smile
Read all about you in the New York Times
When I see youre eyes I can see youre lie
When I think about what happened, it just makes me crazy
This makes no sense to me, yeah
This out for nothing it has gone too far
I dont know anyone who does not hurt inside
Id like to believe if you learn from this
Then maybe someday we can make things right
I wanna believe in this world,
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe in a world that does not seem real when you read between the
lines
When I see youre face I can see you smile
Read all about you in my New York Times
When I see youre eyes I can see youre lie
When I read the words about you it just makes me crazy
I wanna believe in this world
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe in the world that does not seem real when you read between the
lines
Ohhh... I gotta read between the lines..
Wooaoh you gotta read between the lines
Wohhh yeah I really wanna believe I can make things right
I wanna believe I can learn how to feel alright inside
I wanna believe I can learn how to make things right
Ohh I wanna believe in this world
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe in a world that does not seem real when I read the New York
Times
I see youre face, I see you smile
Read all about you in the New York Times
I can see youre eyes, I can see youre lie
When I think about what happened, it just makes me crazy
When I close my eyes you seem so alive
When I think about you I wanna believe you can make things right
I wanna believe
I wanna believe
I wanna believe
I wanna believe
I wanna believe in this world
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe
Ohh I wanna believe in this world
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe in a world that does not seem real when I read the New York
Times
song performed by by Everclear
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Smouldering, Mysterious Type
Told my friend an anecdote* that made
us roll over in laughter, the troll rumbled
at the young man - It’s not right when a
lad is alone in a lady’s ‘boodwa’ - the lad
replied - It’s quite all right, I’m not alone,
she’s here with me’ -
My friend remarked she would not have
liked to have a chaperone all the time – I
thought about this – You and I would not
have noticed a chaperone; she would have
taken us into adventure and danger out of
pity for our boring lives
Since we are both the eternal wallflower
kind - we laughed even harder - what we
would give to become the smouldering,
mysterious type instead of being our-
selves, always worried about things
- to the point of suffocating -
My friend cannot forgive herself for saying
‘Heil Hitler’ to a Jewish lady teaching Spanish
dance when *she seemed to salute her; I still
feel a pain in my heart when I remember my
small daughter cried when I broke her magic
wand by accident
anecdote* = from “Moving Pictures, Terry Pratchett
‘Boodwa’ – boudoir
*she seemed to salute her = The lady made
Spanish dance movements that translated to
a Heil Hitler salute in Alet’s mind, all confused
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Salute to an American Soldier
I salute you, Soldier!
You are doing a job I cannot do
To protect
The values I treasure
And the beautiful land
I call Home.
There are things worth fighting for-
Important things
Like freedom
And justice
And the right to live
In safety
In the way one chooses
In the place one chooses.
There are things worse than war-
Terrible things
Like oppression
And unbridled power
And cruelty
Against the innocent
Against the weak
Against anyone.
So fight, Soldier.
Fight with courage
And honor
And the knowledge that it is right.
You do what has to be done.
You bring new glory
To Old Glory.
I am proud of you.
I pray for you.
I cheer you on.
I stand behind you
With my whole heart.
I salute you, Soldier.
The way you live
life is easier every single day
it is a routine, but it can be fun
you can change it, shape it your way
if you follow the rules good things will come
it's God's way of rewarding for your deeds
if your bad it will make you want to run and hide
you dont want to be apart of bad seeds
so you must think and choose now, decide
you really want to be mean, bully someone?
you could be a favorite student
so change for yourself, and your loved ones
it will be better for you it's prudent
you were raised different not strange
remember there is always room for change
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Lady Godiva
Hey Lady Godiva, ridin´ through the town
Naked on your big white horse
With your long hair hangin´ down
Lady Godiva, you say you´re really frightened
and so shy
I hate to bust your bubble but you
Sure picked a funny place to hide
Hey Lady Godiva, lookin´ for a place
Where no one wants your body
And nobody knows your face
Lady Godiva, you say you wanna be loved
For what´s inside
I don´t know much about horses but you
Sure picked a funny place to ride
Every man´s just a clutchin´ hand
Reachin´ out to grab you
Every man´s a quiverin´ lance
Tryin´ hard to stab you - don´t let ´em nab you
Hey Lady Godiva, lookin´ kind of scared
You showed ´em all your talents
But nobody seems to care
Lady Godiva, could it be nobody wants to ride
Come to think it over
You may have picked the perfect place to hide
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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