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Finding Peace
04:46
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I spoke with Julien today
I spoke to him, in silence
Behind the walls, of darkness
Lies the truth of all that has fallen
They broke the rules
They flicked that switch
That gave rise to broken truths
A tortured mind a tortured soul and a spirit holding’ strong
And we’ve come to take you home and break those shackles free
And may your freedom be your reward for speaking truth
Now we’ve come to take you home and break those shackles free
Now may your freedom be your reward for speaking truth
No man can ever fall or falter
For the path that he has chosen
The withered hands of justice have arisen
To grab back hold of the truth
And may you rest your mind
And find peace
In the most unexpected
Places
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Willing the night, hearing the song
Feeling your heart, child that rings the bell
Where do you stand, in the light of day?
A sovereign being, of your body and soul
A yellow star, and who you are
Light the fire to feel the heart
The child rings the bell, love has a frequency
Are we immune from all that we see?
A war of thyself, the unknown is unlocked
This debt of life as sworn by kings
Chorus
Living behind the ghetto walls
You shouldn’t be here at all
Says the black suited man
And all of the things that were sacred
Were just stolen away
The uniforms of black and grey
The skies are dark and the soul is weak
Strengthened heart and spirits release
We’ll stand strong when day is at end
Pots and pans, sand and fire, factory machines
A righteous hand, liquidation forty-three
In the ghettos that are torn
Down to sooth the dying flowers
To raze the memories and hundreds of years
Chorus
Living behind the ghetto walls
You shouldn’t be here at all
Says the black suited man
And all of the things that were sacred
Were just stolen away
Incinerate my body
Incinerate my soul
But never may you break
Spirit of man woman and child
On the black trains
On those black tracks
To hell, and release the ashes
That fall like snow
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The Honey-Bee Rocks
04:46
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Have you every wondered why the honey bee rocks
When there’s a sweet song in the air
His wings are always humming to the funkiest tunes
That play a part in everything in his busy life
Have you every wondered why the honey bee rocks
When there’s a sweet song in the air
Its likely he won’t be rocking for very much longer
We killed his friends and family for some outdated fuel
Chorus
But never mind
We got the mines
And therefore we got all the power
So never mind
Its all fine
We don’t want the honey so we don’t need the bees
Have you every wondered how the honey bee rocks
When there’s so much smoke in the air
The pretty poison flowers and the dusty waters
They make it so much harder for short little life
Chorus
But never mind
We got the mines
And therefore we got all the power
So never mind
Its all fine
We don’t want the honey so we don’t need the bees
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A.O. Neville
05:03
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Now good old Mr. Neville
The placid family man
Dubbed a liberal devil
He helped carry out that plan
Assaulted them, raped them
Left them for dead
Our great great granddaddy’s stood on up on their roofs and we shot them in the head
Now we destroyed a culture from the inside out
We started with the children and with that there is no doubt
Money not the answer and it’s not an easy fix
It’s too little way too late and the payouts are a trick
Neville aka a devil, his quotes have stated to rot
“They have to be protected against themselves whether they like it or not.
They cannot remain as they are. The sore spot requires the application of
the surgeon's knife for the good of the patient… probably against the patient's will."
We kidnapped them and beat them
We fed them poisoned bread
Our great great granddaddy’s stood on up on their roofs and shot them in the head
We destroy a culture from the inside out
We started with the children and with that there is no doubt
Money not the answer and it’s not an easy fix
It’s too little way too late and the payouts are a trick
Now those apologies only go so far
Towards the systematic abuse
If we never give their land back
There really is no use...
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Ode To Seasons
08:56
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Bho Shambo
07:18
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Verse 1.
Crackling, cascading, consuming
A vast wall of water, looming
Destruction hunger desolation
The trees shiver in anticipation
Can they withstand the deluge
Or be swept away with you
Will the sun rise again with pastel hue
Or is this the end for you
Verse 2.
Trickling, oozing, looming
A vast wall of water, consuming
The animals scatter, houses they shatter
Under the great weight, of the waters
The current bends and slaughters
But come the dissipation
The fertile land will allow us
To build a better nation
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7. |
Danashree
08:26
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Kapi
08:21
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Izzy Skinner Melbourne, Australia
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