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John Joseph Mathews (November 16, 1894 – June 16, 1979) became one of the Osage Nation's most important spokespeople and writers, and served on the Osage Tribal Council during the 1930s. He studied at the University of Oklahoma, Oxford University and the University of Geneva after serving as a flight instructor during World War I.
Matthews' first book was a history, Wah'kon-tah: The Osage and The White Man's Road (1929), which was selected by the Book-of-the-Month Club as their first by an academic press; it became a bestseller. His book The Osages: Children of the Middle Waters (1961) was a life work, preserving many collected stories and the oral history of the Osage. He also wrote a biography of E. W. Marland, noted oilman and governor of Oklahoma in the 1930s.
Mathews was born at Pawhuska, Oklahoma as the only son among five children of William Shirley and Eugenia (Girard) Mathews. His banker father was the son of John Allan Mathews, a noted trader, and Sarah Williams, the mixed-race daughter of A-Ci'n-Ga, a full-blood Osage, and "Old Bill" Williams, a noted missionary and later Mountain Man who lived with the Osage. Mathews grandparents had met in Kentucky where "Old Bill" Williams had sent his daughters for school after A-Ci'n-Ga had died. John Joseph Mathews' mother was Pauline Eugenia Girard, whose family had emigrated from France. One-eighth Osage by ancestry, as well as Anglo-Scots-Irish and French, the Mathews children all attended local schools in Pawhuska.
Sundown is the fourth album by Swedish gothic metal band Cemetary, released in 1996 on Black Mark Production. All music and lyrics written by Mathias Lodmalm.
This is the moment baby
The one you always waited for
The profit margin's narrow
When your soul kicks off a full blown war
Step on up right here and have a go
You won't cut it - I always said so
It's getting late - Time to feel the pain
Closing down now - Please come again
Your life's a fucking failure
Is this all you've got to show
A million sob-soaked stories
Spare me - I don't need to know
I really should feel sorry
But I just can't relate
Won't sink down to your level
And I couldn't compensate
Emotional malfunction
Nothing quite easy to admit
Your heartburn soldered radar
Those shortcut wires won't transmit
Why the fuck you try to steal my medicine
Can't you see what state I'm in
Are we finished here - well more or less