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Green Shoots
03:43
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I feel the music in my soul filling up again. Like rain upon the desert sand. Not a day too soon. I went sailing on a dream. I poured everything in. But she was rotten to the core. I was sinking down
I held a diamond, it turned out to be coal. Some things aren't what they seem or what it all means. I got burnt. I have learnt. It all works out as it should. Green shoots from the dead wood. Green shoots from the dead wood. Red lights on and a warning bell. Blessings in disguise I can tell. Now Im picking up the pieces. That were shattered on the floor. Gonna sing me up a new song. Better than before.
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Wadandi Boodja
04:36
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Saltwater country/Wadandi Boodja
Land of plenty/Boodjarra boola
Wont you walk softly/Djenayin koorling
Feel this country yearn
walinj boodja nyorn
I am listening Nanya Ni
Where my campfire burns
Keelip Karla Moort
Where my campfire burns X 2
Wooditchup Bilya/Margaret River
Koordab waartu/married to ocean
boola marbarn/plenty magic
Quirla Ginja Gnurri boodjarra
Singing country beautiful mother
boola koort djiripin/heart plenty happy
Where my campfire burns
Keelip Karla Moort
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Like Sand
03:47
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LIKE SAND
Innocence in your eyes
And the way you look up at mine
Those first little steps on the limestone
And the doorframe marks you’ve grow
Cold winter mornings, huddled in bed
Those funny things you said
I don’t wanna waste these moments
Before they slip right through like sand
I don’t want regret when I’m on the other side
And I can’t turn back time
I shoulda put tools down and played
I’ve been striving anxiously
Do I give you the love, that you need?
I better start before it’s too late
All those questions that fell on distracted ears
I acted as if I could turn back the years
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Dreamtracks
06:27
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Dreaming I walked the desert, with my sisters I sung the land
melody guides our footsteps , held in boodja’s hands
from the land we drank so deep, eyes shining… we were free.
Woke with tears on my cheeks that morning, those tracks in the sand were gone, when the lands not sung she’s wasting, like a mother who’s been left all alone, somethings broken, no way home
Give me something to hold on to… give me something to hold…
cos I’m slipping slipping through, I am lost, with no songs to guide me home.
Past the hills hoist at nan’s place, she planted a tree when dad was born, familiar landmark round that bend, that gravel road now a six lane highway, high-rise stands on that sacred place
Give me something to hold on to… give me something to hold…
cos I’m slipping slipping through, I am lost
Dreaming tracks in the sand, threads to the land, been blowing away, Boodja took my hand, she gave me a dream, its the one thing they will never take away.
Bardi Jawi saltwater country, Bolo walked us along the coast, fireside he sung our journey, from the land he drunk so deep, without his song theres no ground under his feet
Give me give, me something to hold on to… give me something to hold…cos I’m slipping slipping through, I am lost, without the songs to guide me home, you gave me a song to guide me home, is that song alive or gone.
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Rebellion
03:39
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REBELLION
I smell foul silt from industrial age,
while you shame us all on the world stage
you’re actin blind putting future in a grave
deny the truth, deny the brave
rebellion
Poisoned the breeze with ferocious speed
entire balance in jeopardy
torn songlines with longlines and arrogant greed
raping sacred with monopolies
rebellion
Chorus You don’t speak for me
Our kiwi neighbours showing how its done ..
making peace with first nations, trust over guns
they’re taking action
for future generations
I hear the nannas ringing the bells
alarm is raised 100 decibels
all we want is to prevent hell
you spend millions tryin to quell
rebellion
Chorus You don’t speak for me …
………………………………………………….
I see flags waving there will be millions more
the voice of resistance won’t be ignored
the youth are a wedge in and a rapidly closing door..….
Rebellion x 3
Chorus You don’t speak for me x 2
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Don't Look Back
04:06
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The kids are standing up
Taking back what has been stolen
Crowds on the streets
Beating a drum of resistance
Singing a song of rebellion
Don’t look back, don’t look back
Its just the beginning and your time to stand
Don’t look back don’t look back
You’re miles in front of those heads in the sand
You've been given a house thats burning
They keep saying nothings wrong
The tide of change is turning
And now you're left to clean it up
You’ve taken the reigns on a horse that has bolted
You bravely steer the change while politicians falter
You’re cleaning up the shame though you're not to blame
And still they cut you down
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Beacon
05:15
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Well their love is deep and wide, like the sea that they love
They have stood the test of time, through thick and thin
Salty tears, red wine, sun kissed hands entwined
On their their faces read the lines
They’re the heart of the family
They keep an ocean of memories
When the storms come, and they always do
They know laughter will see them through
They're a beacon in a wild sea
When their youngest had turned three, and he still could not speak
Friends stopped coming round, the questions came
Growing fears, dark signs, scary voices in his mind
Mum and dad, the only ones, who could understand
Heavy shoulders... anyone could break
Walking through flames… but they always find laughter in the rain
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Children Call
03:40
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She sits there every Friday in her yellow raincoat
Cold steps of parliament house
She's calling on the leaders of the world to make change
Cos time’s running…
She’s a singing bowl, ringing out across the world
She's on a quest to save our earth
She's a spark within the storm and its catching on
Loud and clear, can you hear the children call
She stands up every Friday now you know she's not alone
Theres millions of children and their number growing strong
They try to cut her down
What kind of world have we got? where the children are the wise ones
What kind of world have we here where the children fear
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On and On
05:21
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So glad for you in this wild world
Theres a new leaf ready to unfurl
I feel it rise inside cracks me open wide
Rock and water rolling river
On and On
On and On
On and On
Im a wooden box, carved and locked and velvet lined
You’re the brass key heavy in the hands of morning light
Rock and water rolling river
I need a hundred life times
To show my love to you
When this wild world spins me round
My Darlin you’re my gravity
When a storm is raging way up in my cloud
You’re the staircase so i can find my way back down
Rock and water rolling river
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The Nomadics Margaret River, Australia
Gratitude for this life shines through everything The Nomadics do – and it rubs off on their audiences. Listening to them might make you weep but they are healing tears – tears that sooth and renew - and the sheer beauty of their music is a reward in itself. Awaken a campfire in the heart! ... more
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