The Sound of Afrique - Buffy Sainte Marie

Also, ich finde ja, es gibt eine Menge Gemeinsamkeiten zwischen den Native People in Nordamerika und Afrika und auch im Rest der Welt, wo immer einheimische vermeintlich 'rückständige' Kulturen auf die zumeist weißen 'fortschrittlichen' Inquistadoren getroffen sind. Den Natives ging es dabei zumeist ziemlich übel an den Kragen und die Begegnungen der Kulturen endeten oft in Katastrophen oder gar Massakern. Aber was zum Henker ist so schwierig daran? Leben und leben lassen!

Buffy Sainte-Marie sagte mir bis vor kurzem überhaupt nix. War aber 'ne Bildungslücke. Auf Radio Eins gab's Anfang des Jahres mal ein ziemlich cooles Special über Mucke in Amerika mit indianischen Einflüssen, und dabei wurde sie gefeatured. Sie stammt aus dem Cree-Reservat in Kanada und hat wohl eine Menge Scheiße erlebt dort. In den 60ern und 70ern war sie dann mittendrin in der Protestbewegung und hat dort politisch für die Sache der amerikanischen Ureinwohner ordentlich Gas gegeben. Bin dann auch gleich in's Konzert in's Astra Kulturhaus und war echt geflashed. Geile Mucke, charismatische Frau. Einfach cool...

Buffy Sainte Marie - Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee

Indian legislations on the desk of a do-right Congressman
Now, he don't know much about the issue
So he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the
Senator out in Indian country
A darling of the energy companies who are
Ripping off what's left of the reservations. Huh.

I learned a safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation
And the corporate bank
They'll send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.

They got these energy companies who want the land
And they've got churches by the dozens
Want to guide our hands
And sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed
Get rich... get rich quick.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.

We get the federal marshals
We get the covert spies
We get the liars by the fire
And we get the FBIs
They lie in court and get nailed
And still Peltier goes off to jail


Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (eighth of the reservation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (transferred it secret)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (of murder and intimidation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she'd died of exposure
Loo loo loo loo loo

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

We had the Goldrush Wars
Aw, didn't we learn to crawl
And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl
They tell 'ya "Honey, you can still be an Indian
d-d-down at the 'Y'
on Saturday nights"

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee