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Dreamtracks is a deeply soulful song that gives voice to the grief, ruptured connection and disorientation that exists in our time in response to the loss of wilderness and our own wildness.
It was inspired from a journey dream that came while sleeping in an Aboriginal birthing cave. A stunning feeling of connection was experienced followed by an unbearable sense of loss on waking. Embedded in Dreamtracks is also the underlying hope/question that maybe all is not lost nor as it seems and that indeed there may be other layers (as glimpsed in the dream) yet to be revealed.

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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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from Green Shoots from Dead Wood, track released March 22, 2022

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