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Makahik​ā​toa

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1.
Old Stand 04:06
One small stand in a sea of weeds the browser has every fresh new seed A remnant of the ancient stands An old set, in a new land Holding small ground with every new season The vicious vines tearing away at the edge Invaders unable to move as community growing for themselves alone. One by one in their silent lines Poor semblance of canopy smothered in vines a stand of trees, all of one type they fill all this ground using all of this light But up the road a long way off At the foot of a crook of a hill A remnant stand, indigenous many different colours a forgotten land A thousand different beings, each with it's own A thousand different spaces to each one it's own layers and colours, giants and small A throng of life in a hum one for all. Is there room, for many, in the space, given to one?
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Makahikātoa 05:05
Aue, Makahikātoa! living in a land so dry Aue, Makahikātoa When the north wind comes, you will never die...
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A dry plant on the tray's edge Just missed beyond the irrigator Small plant drying in the wind Clinging to life limb and leaf Then found by the gardener and salvaged from the tray planted down into a patch of good soil and tended to throughout the day Oh- Second chance, salvage me Good soil, living water, mighty tree Oh- Second chance, restore me Arms out, roots deep, mighty tree Through time growing stronger forming a copse of righteous trees Scars of the past displayed proudly with noble crowns toward the sun And still the gardener brings the small plants beneath the wings of canopy the mighty stand of salvaged trees Restore them as an ancient city Oh- second chance...
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Instrumental
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A lone trip to the river light flashing orange passing trees the stark light of the morning One moment warm wind, the next a cool breeze. There's something in today in the eyes that drift away, up the river length to mountain foot beneath the great white arc in the sky And so you say, that by my faith the mountains will fall to the sea So do I wait and do I pray to see this great power portrayed..? Though in the instant nothing changed I began to recognise the large stone in the riverbed slowly decreasing in size the braid winding back and forth scouring stone to silt the mountain pieces grinding down tossing and colliding And so you say, that by my faith the mountains will fall to the sea So do I wait and do I pray to see this great power portrayed..? So on it goes from stone to sand the power of wind and water the mountain cast, year upon year daily incrementally So the wind says, it's better to move inch by inch and day by day than to crave the hopeful grand event and merely sit and wait... And so you say, that by my faith the mountains will fall to the sea So do I wait and do I pray to see this great power portrayed..? It seems not enough, oh so cold Am I copping out am I letting go? Should I want the earth to move, and the cliff-face to break I'd rather shout than just patiently wait The black skies should crash and the dark seas should thrash, the torrent should tear it's way across to the sea Instead you give this, a beautiful constant, a trickle of water eternally... ...falling. And so you say, that by my faith the mountains will fall to the sea So I will wait, yes I will pray to see this great power portrayed..
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Pātiki 03:44
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Remnant 04:37
What is this life that I've been stitched into? What is this ancient inheritance? What is this branch that I've been grafted to? These stakes to which I'm held account? Is this something that I've been born into? Maybe a product of my choice? Either way is unavoidably true, Relentless hound insistent voice. I am held here, I've been joined To a history, so much beyond me. I've been grafted into this vine, part of a remnant surviving through time We seem to fall or fail at every step, as if we never meet the grade And yet the bearing never seems to change Nor does assistance seem to fade
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If you run from what you've done then you will always run If you hide from what's inside, then you will never rest. There is an inevitability, All things must come to the light. So quick to shine a light upon another, too fast to force the truth out from your brother, There is an inevitability, All things must come to the light. and so throughout the course of history, dark deeds of men have become known. No matter how much they would stifle them, the truth was always driven home. So quick to cast the reckless glance and go, So quick the dangerous dagger in the dark, There is an inevitability, All things must come to the light. Say what you mean, Mean what you say. It will come out for all it won't just go away

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A collection of songs from my last year exploring the links between conservation and spiritualism. Sifting and handling analogy and truth. Enjoying dub rhythms and trying things out using all-acoustic instruments.

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released January 20, 2023

All songs written, recorded and performed by Greg Stanley of Ōtautahi, Aotearoa.

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Hi all,
My name's greg and I'm a musician in Christchurch New Zealand. I work full time as a restoration ecologist and am pretty keen on making music whenever I get the chance. I play a bunch of instruments and do some amateur recording. It's all for the love of self-expression and the sharing of thought. thanks for finding my band camp page and reading this far down. get in touch if you're keen. ... more

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