The bugle is one of the simplest brass instruments, having no valves or other pitch-altering devices. All pitch control is done by varying the player's embouchure. Consequently, the bugle is limited to notes within the harmonic series. See bugle call for scores to standard bugle calls, all consisting of only five notes. These notes are known as the bugle scale.
The bugle developed from early musical or communication instruments made of animal horns, with the word "bugle" itself coming from "buculus", Latin for bullock (castrated bull). The earliest bugles were shaped in a coil – typically a double coil, but also a single or triple coil – similar to the modern horn, and were used to communicate during hunts and as announcing instruments for coaches (somewhat akin to today's automobile horn). Predecessors and relatives of the bugle included the post horn, the Pless horn (sometimes called the "Prince Pless horn"), and the bugle horn. The ancient Roman army used the buccina.
The first verifiable formal use of a brass bugle as a military signal device was the Halbmondbläser, or half-moon bugle, used in Hanover in 1758. It was U-shaped (hence its name) and comfortably carried by a shoulder strap attached at the mouthpiece and bell. It first spread to England in 1764 where it was gradually accepted widely in foot regiments. 18th-century cavalry did not normally use a standard bugle, but rather an early trumpet that might be mistaken for a bugle today, as it lacked keys or valves, but had a more gradual taper and a smaller bell, producing a sound more easily audible at close range but with less carrying power over distance.
The Bugle or Bugle-American (the original name) was an underground newspaper based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Distributed throughout the state from September 1970 to 1978, it was published weekly for most of that time for a total of 316 issues. The Bugle, an early example of the alternative newsweekly genre, was less radical than the city's other underground newspaper, Kaleidoscope, although it was not viewed that way by the local media such as the Milwaukee Journal and Milwaukee Sentinel. The paper was founded by Denis Kitchen, Dave Schreiner, Mike Hughes, Mike Jacobi and Judy Jacobi, some of them former journalism students at the University of Wisconsin–Milwaukee. The tongue-in-cheek name was inspired by that of the Daily Bugle, the fictional newspaper published by Spider-Man-hater J. Jonah Jameson. Because of Kitchen's interest in underground comics, the Bugle featured a comics page with the works of both local artists like Kitchen, Jim Mitchell, Don Glassford, Bruce Walthers, and Wendel Pugh and work by nationally known artists like Robert Crumb. For a time Kitchen syndicated these strips to about 50 college and alternative papers around the country. On February 22, 1975, the Bugle's office on Bremen Street on the East Side was firebombed. The newspaper's next issue, delayed a week, was aided by financial support from such fans as George Reedy, Leonard Cohen and Bryan Ferry. About the same time, the car of Kaleidoscope's editor John Kois was also bombed. Neither bombing was ever solved; many suspected involvement by the Milwaukee Police Department's Red Squad.
The name bugleweed is a common name which can refer to several unrelated plants:
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Daseca
[Chorus:]
Exercise everyday and I'm still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain't got shit
What I'm gonna do? What I'm gonna do? what I'm
Gonna do?
What would you do?
Exercise everyday and I'm still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain't got shit
What I'm gonna do? What I'm gonna do? what I'm
Gonna do?
This is what I'm gonna do you all
[Verse 1:]
Is just another day in the struggle
All I see is zinc fence and puddle
Life for me this ain't no fun
The only thing I can depend pon is my gun
I really don't wanna rob Mr.Chung
But, survival a di key inna di slum
If you're not a bees you might get stung
Please don't ask me how come
We do what we do an we sell what we sell
And we con who we con, whole heap a lie tell
We rise an we fell in this place where we dwell
Don't think it's all well, it's on earth but it's hell
A place where you can identify by the smell
White collar criminal trick us with their fist an bell
A place where, babies are having babies
This mothering Fuckin' place is crazy
[Chorus:]
Exercise everyday and I'm still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain't got shit
What I'm gonna do? What I'm gonna do? what I'm
Gonna do?
What would you do?
Exercise everyday and I'm still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain't got shit
What I'm gonna do? What I'm gonna do? what I'm
Gonna do?
This is what I'm gonna do
[Verse 2:]
One room fill with kids
Would have thought it's a bunch of Bratys
But we ain't white so you know it's all shady
Dinner tonight maybe
Same routine chicken back gravy
Who would have thought in the year 2007 we'd still
Be living in slavery
They give us no alternative telling us to take heed
When you got to pay even for the fuckin' air you
Breathe
Sometimes I wonder if my blood is different from the
Blood that has bleed
Oh shit, my life is filled with so much pain and grief
I've got ten brothers and sisters and mom still a
Conceive
When our last siblings don't even start teethe
Dad try to make two ends meet the cops take his
Weed
I wish you know how much I gotta go, I gotta leave
I can't breathe, no roses growing
Even though I sow the seed, I gotta leave, I gotta
Leave
Yea, yea, I really gotta leave
[Chorus:]
Exercise everyday and I'm still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain't got shit
What I'm gonna do? What I'm gonna do? what I'm
Gonna do?
What would you do?
Exercise everyday and I'm still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain't got shit
What I'm gonna do? What I'm gonna do? what I'm
Gonna do?