lirik lagu dead pioneers - bad indian (original single version)
[intro]
i’m not a very good indian
maybe even a bad indian
[verse]
my cheekbones aren’t high enough
i don’t have enough beadwork
or turquoise
i do my best to celebrate november like a month~long birthday for indians
for those of you who don’t know, which is probably most of you
it’s a national native american heritage month
and unfortunately celebrating feels like i’m celebrating my birthday by myself
no one seems to know that it’s even happening
even with all the facebook notices
[chorus]
and i’m a bad indian
[verse]
my favorite movie genre is westerns
my last name isn’t a sentence
i’m not patient, i am stoic
usually only when i’m mad or just thinking really hard
people don’t know how to pr~nounce the name of my tribe and that makes me tired
and i can’t and won’t say prayers of paiute mostly because i’m not fluent
but i tell everyone they should hear our words and
it reminds me there was this one time when a teacher used ask me things that i didn’t know or that she didn’t know
and assuming that i would know
only to see disappointment when i didn’t know
and shame on me for not knowing
but she didn’t know either
[chorus]
and i’m a bad indian
[verse]
i use the word “indian” liberally
and i mean i get it, it’s not correct
that dude that sailed the ocean blue mistakenly called us that because he thought he was in india
of course he wasn’t
then there’s this other thing were the word “indian” actually has legal precedent
in treaties, in so~called founding documents
written by so~called founding fathers
i get criticized by my own people for using the word “indian”
without anybody really realizing that any word used to lump us all together into a single group is incorrect
i was told to speak in a language that everybody would understand
[chorus]
i’m a bad indian
[verse]
i don’t speak good pidgin english
i mean, certainly not as good as johnny depp in that movie that one time
when someone tells me that their great great grandmother was a cherokee princess
i immediately want to dismantle what they’re saying
after i roll my eyes
‘cuz there are no cherokee princesses
there are no native american monarchies
and then i’m a bad indian for wanting to dismantle their blood myths
when you’re the one who taught me to dismantle in the first place
something that i learned it through my genetic memory and through my personal memory
[chorus]
and i’m just a bad indian
[verse]
there’s a woman once who asked me what indian name was
i said, “it’s gregg”
and she was so disappointed, she was like
“no! no! it has to be red eagle or two rivers”
“or ‘grey skull’?” i said
“yes! wait, no, is that real?”
“no, no” i said, without her realizing my brief but generationally relevant he~man joke
the kind of joke that would tell her that while indian
i’m also having an american experience too
and finally i said to her “how ’bout ‘walking eagle’?”
and she said “yes! yes! but is that true?”
i said, “yes, it’s totally true”
and i didn’t have the heart to tell her that the only time an eagle walks is when it’s too full of sh~t to fly
[chorus]
‘cuz i’m a bad indian
[verse]
i don’t know how to ride a horse
or string a bow and arrow
i know you want me to raise my hand and say “how”
but you don’t want me to tell you that “háu” is a lakota greeting that that’s spelled differently
not the same as “how are you doing?”
that information sharing makes me a bad indian
how dare i inform you misinformed ideas of my own identity
on my homelands?!
the nerve!
[chorus]
bad indian
[verse]
now i want to set the stage for this one
this one time a man walked into my sp~ce
and asked me questions about my things
and i tell him
when he suddenly interrupts me
as only a white man can
with all the euro~swagger of a man whose people were so sure of their place in the universe
their place in the world
their place in the eyes of god
“you speak real good for a native american”
“an indian”
“a savage”
“a pagan”
“a prairie n~~~~~”
“a godless heathen”
and i would be justified in punching him
i would be justified in cursing him out
i’d be justified in calling him a “racist”
[outro]
but that would make me a bad indian
which contradicts that old saying
you know the one:
“the only good indian is a dead indian”
but i’m a bad indian
and i’m here
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