Baboons are African and Arabian Old World monkeys belonging to the genus Papio, part of the subfamily Cercopithecinae. The five species are some of the largest non-hominoid members of the primate order; only the mandrill and the drill are larger. Previously, the closely related gelada (genus Theropithecus) and the two species (mandrill and drill) of genus Mandrillus were grouped in the same genus, and these Old World monkeys are still often referred to as baboons in everyday speech. They range in size and weight depending on species. The Guinea baboon is 50 cm (20 in) and weighs only 14 kg (31 lb), while the largest chacma baboon can be 120 cm (47 in) and weigh 40 kg (88 lb).
Five species of Papio are commonly recognized, although there is some disagreement about whether they are really full species or subspecies. They are P. ursinus (chacma baboon, found in southern Africa), P. papio (western, red, or Guinea baboon, found in the far western Africa), P. hamadryas (hamadryas baboon, found in the Horn of Africa and southwestern Arabia), P. anubis (olive baboon, found in the north-central African savanna) and P. cynocephalus (yellow baboon, found in south-central and eastern Africa). Many authors distinguish P. hamadryas as a full species, but regard all the others as subspecies of P. cynocephalus and refer to them collectively as "savanna baboons". This may not be helpful: it is based on the argument that the hamadryas baboon is behaviorally and physically distinct from other baboon species, and that this reflects a separate evolutionary history. However, recent morphological and genetic studies of Papio show the hamadryas baboon to be more closely related to the northern baboon species (the Guinea and olive baboons) than to the southern species (the yellow and chacma baboons).
Baboon is an album by Baboon. It was self-released in 2006. All songs were written by Baboon.
All songs by Baboon.
Baboon (Danish: Bavian) is a 2006 short story collection by Danish author Naja Marie Aidt. It was translated into English by Denise Newman in 2014.
While time waits for no man
I’ll be here in winter.
Tear down your barricades
so I may enter.
Your lips are warm
they comfort me.
Open up
and lets begin.
So I’ll lay on this
bed that I have made.
So soundly sleep
and whisper your name.
Oooooh you…you burn me up.
One touch and I am in
a trance like state.
Entwining our fates to another
the cost of our will now both bound to each other.
What was in your head
when you said
“until death”?
The marks upon your skin
tell tales while envy
mocks without remorse
and ties you up in knots.
One touch and I am in
a trance like state.
Entwining our fates to another
the cost of our will now both bound to each other.
What was in your head
when you said
“until death”?
Your lies unfold
like lines that were left
in turn and consequently