BARENAKED LADIES
CANUCK ANTHEM BILLS DO PLEASE
TRUMP SNOWFLAKES DISPLEASE
Buffalo brought colorful orbs when he appeared in the mist
the woodland creatures were amazed, it was like the forest was kissed
he is a mystical creature, this is proof the wise ones all said
the buffalo spoke not a word, but disappeared with a nod of his head
In the green fields of Punjab,
A dark creature stands—
A breathing mountain of dusk,
Yet gentle as a dove.
Through the long silence of day,
On weeds and dry, ordinary grass,
She gathers the unnoticed,
And turns it into a quiet miracle.
Between veins of red and brown,
A pale river begins to move—
Drawn from the dust of herbage,
A secret the earth cannot speak.
Where no light enters,
Something stirs without a sound;
Foliage becomes a silver flow,
Clay ripens into white gold.
Like moonlight poured into a bowl,
Like mercy falling unseen,
It arrives—pure, unannounced—
A gift no eye can fully hold.
What hand shapes this hidden alchemy?
What silence writes this tender law?
The buffalo knows, yet does not speak—
She stands, humble in her giving,
While man forgets the miracle,
And grows loud.
The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaties
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
My love is like a tornado
Sifting through the grains of life.
I was one to be a button on a shirt.
But I know I see I’m another wingless bird.
And I will fall off the cliff until they grow.
I will fall off the cliff until they grow.
I will follow the wind of the buffalo.
The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaty
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
Black Diamond lived in New York City’s Central Park Zoo
From 1893 to 1915, and he was popular too.
This bison was honored by the US buffalo nickel which looked like him.
His caretakers gave Black Diamond all kinds of treats, on a whim.
Where have all the bison gone
shot by Sharps shooters nearly every one
where have all the shooters gone
done away by Indians more than some
the red man revered the buffalo
of Manitou's abundance living proof
to the white who sent them
to the not-so-happy-hunting grounds
a gold mine on the hoof
the paleface ways in olden days long gone
were somewhat less than perfect
and should be frowned upon
to soldiers bison were target practice
indigenous people to quell
while hunters killed for the hides
by 1884 the Black Hills buffalo death knell
lies were spoken treaties broken
but revenge was none too soon at hand
Sioux Cheyenne Arapaho attacked
and briefly turned the tide
on what was their rightful land
beside the Little Bighorn
one frightful day at Custer's last stand
A fly so audacious and small,
Tried to land on a buffalo's ball.
The beast gave a twitch,
And sent him a hitch,
"That's not landing," he buzzed, "not at all!"
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In a canvas alive with whispers of green and blue/
A giant buffalo stands, proud, bold, with majesty pride/
Its horns, like arching galaxies reach for the sky/
The buffalo stands, proud, bold, a spirit true in hues that electrify the vibrant African plans long and wide/
Against the vibrant tapestry he commands your sight, a symbol of strength, a guardian of the night/
With every stroke of color, the heartbeat of the wild, a masterpiece of nature, untamed and undefiled/
Two black birds, guardians, perch near its might, they dance on the buffalo, in the soft morning light, Contrasting silhouettes, sharp against the hue, they whisper stories of the earth, in the vast African blue/
For in this vivid moment, in this sacred space, lives the spirit of the buffalo, his the freedom we embrace/
In the dance of the buffalo, where nature's voice resounds/ African history must be recognized as the birthplace of all humankind/
Buffalo woman knew the value of life
She understood the beauty of the mountains
Anticipated the ebbing of the night skies
She appreciated the sprinkling sound of autumn leaves
Buffalo was her power animal
She was fierce, determined, resolute and resilient.
Resourceful, she could take little and make a lot.
People sought her out for her wisdom.
She did not force her truths on people.
They figured out that she knew without knowing how she knew.
She was an oracle for the Apache tribe,
One of their most cherished treasures.
Alexander buffalo can’t dance even for grass.
His imbecilic jitterbug keeps leaving many nimble organists perplexed
Quickstepping really scares the unprepared viewer
While Xander yells, ‘Zumba!’
beware of black death
africa’s cape buffalo
they even charge cars
They thundered across the fertile plains,
Those hardened hooves, those tangled manes,
But now the Buffalo can't be found.
They thundered across the fertile plains.
The long grass has vanished from the ground
Where cities and highways now abound.
They thundered across the fertile plains,
Those hardened hooves, those tangled manes.
brother buffaloes wait for us on the plain
we give thanks to our father sky
Apaches will eat well tonight
the hunt begins
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