Omaha /ˈoʊməhɑː/ is the largest city in the state of Nebraska, United States, and is the county seat of Douglas County. It is located in the Midwestern United States on the Missouri River, about 20 miles (30 km) north of the mouth of the Platte River. Omaha is the anchor of the Omaha-Council Bluffs metropolitan area, which includes Council Bluffs, Iowa, across the Missouri River from Omaha.
According to the 2010 Census, Omaha's population was 408,958, making it the nation's 42nd-largest city. Including its suburbs, Omaha formed the 60th-largest metropolitan area in the United States in 2010, with an estimated population of 877,110 residing in eight counties. There are more than 1.2 million residents within a 50-mile (80-km) radius of the city's center, forming the Greater Omaha area.
Omaha's pioneer period began in 1854 when the city was founded by speculators from neighboring Council Bluffs, Iowa. The city was founded along the Missouri River, and a crossing called Lone Tree Ferry earned the city its nickname, the "Gateway to the West." It introduced this new West to the world when in 1898 it played host to the World's Fair, dubbed the Trans-Mississippi Exposition. During the 19th century, Omaha's central location in the United States spurred the city to become an important national transportation hub. Throughout the rest of the 19th century, the transportation and jobbing sectors were important in the city, along with its railroads and breweries. In the 20th century, the Omaha Stockyards, once the world's largest, and its meatpacking plants, gained international prominence.
Nebraska (i/nəˈbræskə/) is a state on the Great Plains of the Midwestern United States. Its state capital is Lincoln and its largest city is Omaha, on the Missouri River.
The state is crossed by many historic trails, but it was the California Gold Rush that first brought large numbers here, and it became a state in 1867. Certain landmarks still compete for the notional distinction 'Where the West Begins'.
There are wide variations between winter and summer temperatures, and violent thunderstorms and tornadoes are common. The state is characterized by treeless prairie, ideal for cattle-grazing, and it is a major producer of beef, as well as pork, maize and soybeans. Nebraska is overwhelmingly rural, as the 8th least-densely populated state of the United States.
Ethnically, the largest group are German-Americans, and the state has the biggest Czech-American population per head. During the Great Migration, many African Americans came to Omaha, and they continue to campaign for improved conditions. More recently, Native American activism has increased, with a drive for self-determination in a climate of co-operation with state officials on regional issues. It is traditionally a Republican-voting state.
The term black people is used in some socially-based systems of racial classification for humans of a dark-skinned phenotype, relative to other racial groups represented in a particular social context. Different societies apply different criteria regarding who is classified as "black", and often social variables such as class and socio-economic status also play a role, so that relatively dark-skinned people can be classified as white if they fulfill other social criteria of "whiteness" and relatively light-skinned people can be classified as black if they fulfill the social criteria for "blackness" in a particular setting.
As a biological phenotype being "black" is often associated with the very dark skin colors of some people who are classified as "black". But, particularly in the United States, the racial or ethnic classification also refers to people with all possible kinds of skin pigmentation from the darkest through to the very lightest skin colors, including albinos, if they are believed by others to have African ancestry, or to exhibit cultural traits associated with being "African-American". As a result, in the United States the term "black people" is not an indicator of skin color but of socially based racial classification.
The Somali Bantu (also called Jareer, Gosha or Mushunguli) are an ethnic minority group in Somalia who primarily reside in the southern part of the country, near the Juba and Shabelle rivers. They are descendants of people from various Bantu ethnic groups, most of whom were captured from Southeast Africa and sold into slavery in Somalia and other areas in Northeast Africa and Asia as part of the 19th century Arab slave trade. Bantus are ethnically, physically, and culturally distinct from Somalis, and they have remained marginalized ever since their arrival in Somalia.
These Bantu are not to be confused with the members of Swahili society in coastal towns, such as the Bajuni, who speak dialects of the Bantu Swahili language.
All in all, the number of Bantu inhabitants in Somalia before the civil war is thought to have been about 80,000 (1970 estimate), with most concentrated between the Juba and Shabelle rivers in the south. However, recent estimates place the figure as high as 900,000 persons.
Johnny Marr (born John Martin Maher; 31 October 1963) is an English musician and songwriter. Marr rose to fame in the 1980s as the guitarist in The Smiths, with whom he formed a prolific songwriting partnership with Morrissey. Marr has been a member of Electronic, The The, and Modest Mouse. In 2008, he joined The Cribs after touring with them on 2008's NME Awards Tour, a group in which he would remain until 2011.
Marr's jangly Rickenbacker guitar-playing in The Smiths proved to be popular among other musicians and has influenced many guitarists that followed particularly in the Britpop era.
Marr was voted the fourth best guitarist of the last 30 years in a poll conducted by the BBC in 2010.
Marr was born in Ardwick, Manchester, the son of Irish immigrants. His parents came from Athy in County Kildare. In 1975 he attended the Roman Catholic St Augustine's Grammar School, which in 1977 merged with other schools to form a comprehensive school, St John Plessington High School. Marr had aspirations to be a professional football player, and was approached by Nottingham Forest and had trials with Manchester City (which he supports). In an interview with FourFourTwo magazine, Marr said "I was good enough for City, but they didn't follow up because I was probably the only player out there wearing eyeliner."[citation needed] He currently resides in Manchester with his wife Angie and their children, daughter Sonny and son Nile. Johnny is an honorary board member of Rock For Kids. He is also teetotal and vegan, and runs regularly.
Chorus:
G A D G A D G
Omaha you've been weighing heavy on my mind
A D
I guess i never really left at all
G A D G
I'm turning all those roads i've walked around the other way
A D
And coming back to you,Omaha
Verse 1:
G A D G
Omaha,Nebraska wasn't good enough for me
A D
I always thought i was the roamin' kind
G A D G
With a pocket full of dreams and my one shirt on my back
I left there looking for some things to find
Verse 2:
G A D G
Rode my thumb to San Francisco,i worked down by the bay
A D
Got some schoolin' paid for by the law
G A D G
The hardest thing i learned was there ain't no easy way
To get ahead behind those county walls
Verse 3:
G A D G
So it's so long California,i reckon' i'll be moving on
A D
I'm leaving even if i had to crawl
G A D G
I got some loose ends around that i left undone
A D
Waiting there for me in Omaha
Chorus.
Start tearin' the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turnin' the grain into the ground
Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night
There's an old man shreddin' around in the gatherin' rain
Hey mister, if you're gonna walk on water
Oh, could you drop a line my way?
Omaha, somewhere in middle America
If you're right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door
Oh yeah
Start threadin' a needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turnin' the wool across the wire
Roll a new life over
In the middle of the night
There's an old man threadin' his toes through a bucket of rain
Hey mister, you don't want to walk on water
'Cause you're only gonna to walk all over me
Omaha, somewhere in middle America
If you're right to the heart of the matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door
Start runnin' the banner down
Drop past the color, come up through the summer rain
Start turnin' the girl into the ground
Roll a new love over
In the middle of the day
There's a young man rollin' around in the earth and rain
Hey mister, if you're gonna to walk on water
You know you're only gonna to walk all over me
Omaha, somewhere in middle America
If you're right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door
Omaha, oh, somewhere in middle America
If you're right to the heart that matters, oh
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door
Oh, said Omaha
Sunday mornin'
I'm comin' home today
cowboy of omaha
drives with his three kids
to a house where they live
where you been?
the country will know us by name
this country will know us by name
we've been out driving
seeing the sights
the land of nebraska
is beautiful at night
this country will know us by name
our car was the ship
daddy, the captain
he let us steer & pretend
we were driving
this country will know us by name
Midnight, we're crashed out in a field in Missouri
Me and you in my '82 VW in hiding
Stretched out, my frizzy hair is everywhere in tangles
You smile, and ruffle up my bangs and say to hell with it
Let's wipe the slate and release the weight
We've carried for so long
Cuz here we are beneath the stars
With no one else
Sleep tight, cuz from tonight they're never going to find
No chains, we'll change our names and stake our claim in
Missing you tonight
since you took that flight
because baby we're so tight
You and me
We're mutual like Omaha
Firgerprinted, dusted the same
You and me, we're mutual like Omaha
Thick as theives, bound by one chain
Something feels so right
Get on a plane tonight
because baby I've drawn the line
You and me
We're mutual like Omaha
Figerprinted, dusted the same
You and me, we're mutual like Omaha
Well there's warning and regret
The setting back of thoughts
Forgetting and nostalgia
And dusk at 4pm
There's detachment and resolve
The poignancy of winter
The skins we shed and one's we grow
There are scabs
There's forgiveness and relief
The illusion of indifference
A box of notes and keepsakes
I can't seem to discard
So come on down to my basement room
Let's page through this thesaurus
And find a better synonym
For loss
We'll share a glass of lemonade
And go through some old photographs
And understand that love doesn't die
It just changes
Well there're hours and there're days
There's longing and second-guessing
And advent calendar's tiny doors
Mark progress and control
I'm coming to a point
Of resignment and acceptance
A sort of hibernation
A cocoon
So bury me in snow
Set aside my Christmas presents
Wake up on Valentine's Day
And we can try it again
We can try it all again
We can, we can
We can try it all again
We can, we can
We can try it all again
We can, we can
We can try it all again
We can, we can
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends, you thought never but
Listen, my friends, I'm yours forever
Listen, my friends, won't leave you ever
Now my friends
What's gone down behind
No more rain
From where we came
Listen my love, get under the covers, yeah
Squeeze me real tight, all of your lovin'
Into the light, beneath and above ya
So out of sight, bein' in love!
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends
Listen, my friends