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Song «Kaw-Liga» von Residents.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1986 (Album), 1986 (Maxi NL)
Label: Aim 1013, Torso TORSO 12022
Songwriter Fred Rose & Hank Williams
Produktion: Cryptic Corporation
Genre: Alternativerock - Alternativedance

Annotationen

Der Song ist eine intelligente Charakterstudie von «Holzpflöcken», von Menschen, die unfähig sind, eine Regung zu zeigen. Kaw Liga ist ein Totempfahl, ein geschnitzter Indianer, der in einem Antquitätenladen steht. Er steht stumm da, hat sich aber in eine Statue von einer Indianerin verliebt. So souverän wie er da steht, unberührbar mit Adlerblick von oben herab, ohne eine Regung zu zeigen, erfährt niemand, auch nicht die Angebetete, von seiner Liebe. Eines Tages wird wird die anmutige Schönheit verkauft und Kaw-Liga steht immer noch rührungslos da.

Personen und Querverweise


Residents
Fred Rose
Hank Williams
Cryptic Corporation

Lyrics

[Chorus] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss Is it any wonder, that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head [Verse 1] Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian Standing over by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid Over in the antique store Kaw-Liga Just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer "yes" or "no" [Verse 2] He always wore his Sunday feathers And held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids And hoped someday he'd talk Too stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart is made of knotty pine [Verse 3] Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian Never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maiden With the coal black hair Kaw-Liga Just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer "yes" or "no" [Verse 4] And then one day, a wealthy customer Bought the Injun maid And took her, oh, so far away But old Kaw-Liga stayed Standin' there, as lonesome as can be Just wishing he were still an old pine tree [Chorus] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss Is it any wonder, that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss Is it any wonder, that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head [Outro] Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head