Feathered war bonnets (also called warbonnets or headdresses) are worn by honored Plains Indian men. In the past they were sometimes worn into battle, but most often worn for ceremonial occasions as is the case today. They are seen as items of great spiritual and magical importance. The eagle is considered by Plains tribes as the greatest and most powerful of all birds, and thus the finest bonnets are made out of its feathers.
Its beauty was considered of secondary importance; the bonnet's real value was in its supposed power to protect the wearer. The bonnet is still only to be worn on special occasions and is highly symbolic.
The bonnet had to be earned through brave deeds in battle because the feathers signified the deeds themselves. Some warriors might have obtained only two or three honor feathers in their whole lifetime, so difficult were they to earn. The bonnet was also a mark of highest respect because it could never be worn without the consent of the leaders of the tribe. A high honor, for example, was received by the warrior who was the first to touch an enemy fallen in battle, for this meant the warrior was at the very front of fighting. Feathers were notched and decorated to designate an event and told individual stories such as killing, capturing an enemy's weapon and shield, and whether the deed had been done on horseback or foot.
Plot
The only white survivor of a Crow Indian raid on a wagon train is a young boy. He is rescued by the Sioux, and the Sioux chief raises him as an Indian in very way. Years later, the white men and the Sioux threaten to go to war and the Indian-raised white man is torn between his racial loyalties and his adopted tribe.
Keywords: 1860s, 1870s, adopted-son, american-indian, attack, based-on-novel, bigot, bigotry, bow-and-arrow, cavalry
He Loved As He Fought...Like The Savage He Was!
CHARLTON HESTON...fresh from his triumph in "The Greatest Shown on Earth"
Savage in Battle...Savage in Love! In his arms a woman forgot everything...remembered only that he was a man!
Girl before the mirror
Appraises her disguise
Child become a mother
Tries to fix her eyes
No more of his excuses
It has to be today
She can keep her fantasy
If she can get away
Paint her name on a one-way street
Painted cheeks with angry heat
Wounded pride on painted eyes
Paint the night with battle cries
All puffed up with vanity
We see what we want to see
To the beautiful and the wise
The mirror always lies
Boy before the mirror
Checks his camouflage
Polishes his armor
And the charger in the garage
No more lame excuses
It has to be tonight
He can take the princess
If he can take the fight
Pound the drums with martial beat
Pound the streets with marching feet
Wounded pride, distorted eyes
Paint the night with battle cries
All puffed up with vanity
We see what we want to see
To the powerful and the wise
The mirror always lies
Boys and girls together
Mistake conceit for pride
Ambition for illusion
Dreams for self-delusion
Girls and boys together
See what it is we lack
Boys and girls together
Let's paint the mirror black
You come in while I'm sitting at the mirror
You wanna say you know that I look nice
I sit in desperate silence and I listen
And with a cutting eye, you know you'd better look twice
'Cos I'm putting on my war paint
I'm on the path again
And before you say it looks great
You'd better look again
Red is for the anger that you put me through
And for all those nights I felt alone, will see a shade of blue
I'll add a dash of yellow for the power that you've been
And the black will be your nights ahead
And my shadow in your bed
I'm putting on my war paint
There's nothing you can say to make it better
And there's no apology to change my mind
I guess I could have sent a dear John letter
But it's written on my face, it's war paint time
'Cos I'm putting on my war paint
I'm on the path again
And before you say it looks great
You'd better look again
Red is for the anger that you put me through
And for all those nights I felt alone, will see a shade of blue
I'll add a dash of yellow for the power that you've been
And the black will be your nights ahead
And my shadow in your bed
I'm putting on my war paint
I'm on the path again
I'm putting on my war paint
I'm on the path again
I'm putting on my war paint
Red is for the anger that you put me through
I'm putting on my war paint
And for all those nights I felt alone, will see a shade of blue
I'm putting on my war paint
Red is for the anger that you put me through
I'm putting on my war paint
And for all those nights I felt alone, will see a shade of blue
I'm putting on my war paint
Apache war chief from Chiricahua tribe
Indomitable spirit Cochise " the incredible warrior "
Embodying the essence of apache warfare
Fighting forever Cochise "the incredible warrior"
"Waist-length" black hair flowing in the wind
WAR – PAINT
Uncompromising hatred against the enemies
White people and Mexican Cochise "the incredible warrior"
Accomplished horseman riding into battle
With honour and glory Cochise "the incredible warrior"
"Waist-length" black hair flowing in the wind
WAR – PAINT
He began to emerge as the leader of the Chokonen band of Chiricahuas
– indomitable spirit / uncompromising hatred –
His force in battle was legendary
He regularly led his men into combat
Tasunke – Witko The flesh and blood
DE NULLO QUERERIS, NULLI MALEDICIS, RUMOR AIT LINGUAE
My people - it's like a motion picture
Ya push it and push it
You're pushed into believing
My people - were pushed into extinction
Push over move over
Your place in time is over
Liar liar
Learning from the book of lies
Keeps you feeling good and blind
Liar liar
And if you want the only truth
It's buried under foot
Put on your war paint
Cause here they come to claim your home
And claim your mother earth
Put on your war paint
Cause here they come to change your god
And crush your own beliefs
Columbus - our favorite nations hero
He torchered and murdered
The people that once saved him
Columbus - went home his countries failure
In shackles a criminal
And yet we celebrate him
Thanksgiving - a touching celebration
Share everything with you
Before we have to kill you
Liar liar
Cause history is his story
It's buried underfoot
Put on your war paint
Cause here they come to claim your home
And claim your mother earth
Put on your war paint
Cause here they come to change your god
And crush your own beliefs
Put on your war paint
Cause here they come to spread their lies
Yeah! War Paint, Yeah!
War Paint...
Put It On, Put It On
Night Is Over, Lipstick Heaven
Bet You Can't Get It
From The 7/11
Charcol Is Our Body Armor
Blacked Our Faces
From Runny Mascara
Perfect Make Up, We Don't Care
Chorus
We've Got Tangles In Our Hair
Get Your Masks On
Put It On If You Dare
Yeah! Yeah!
Slapping On The War Paint
Got No Class
But We Got The Style
War Paint
Slap It On When We Do War
War Paint
If You Can't Get A Head,
Get The Right Clothes On
We Don't Wanna Go To Heaven
All We Want Is... War Paint
Drunken Nights Are Such A Killer
Smudge Your Face On Your Pillow
Made You Look
And I Made You Stare,
Made You Lose Your Underwear! x3
Chorus x1
Who Wants To Be So...
Who Wants To Be So...
Why does it have to be this way
Why do I have to cry
Every time I think we're ahead
Every thing starts to fall behind
After all this work we've done
We're still not anywhere
All we want is to rock your world
But hard work won't get us there
Don't you think that we could be
The next Grammy winners on MTV
We have two singers
that's two for all the girls and boys
but I guess were still outnumbered
if you count the Backstreet Boys
The hecklers always throw things at me
That is a source of dread
It's hard to sing
I was starting to shake
From the days I’ve been up
There’s a lot on my plate
And the ones I loved stopped answering
They left me to find my self
In my own hate
I work all alone with a cynical taste
And the day I get out
Is the day I’ll be made
I was cut out of stone
And carved with a blade
Head down with all of my hardships
There’s nothing too strong
That I cant face
Don’t stop ‘till you finally have it
It should be more like a habit
Come down,
All the fighting’s over
I let you breathe your own air
I will set my arms down in a corner
When I turn around
You will tell me how you’re up now
From your dream of clovers
Said, “not a thing will compare
To the sense you give me, and disorder
When you turn around
And I can’t breathe”
There wasn’t a trace
Of the war letting up
And the days went on late
I struggled
And I fell to solid ground
It led me to my escape
Now here I am outside of your gate
I was hoping you could
Come down,
All the fighting’s over
I let you breathe your own air
I will set my arms down in a corner
When I turn around
You will tell me how you’re up now
From your dream of clovers
Said, “not a thing will compare
To the sense you give me, and disorder
When you turn around
And I can’t breathe”
Well, I came to say sorry
I shouldn’t have left
But my bitterness got to me
Before you did
And now I’m laying in gardens
Where we start over again
I know that you got me
And this is it
Come down,
All the fighting’s over
I let you breathe your own air
I will set my arms down in a corner
When I turn around
You will tell me how you’re up now
From your dream of clovers
Said, “not a thing will compare
To the sense you give me, and disorder
When you turn around