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Old Stand
04:06
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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
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Aue, Makahikātoa!
living in a land so dry
Aue, Makahikātoa
When the north wind comes, you will never die...
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Dry plant, mighty tree
04:29
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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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4. |
twelve reprise
01:16
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Instrumental
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Mountain piece
06:44
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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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6. |
Pātiki
03:44
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7. |
Remnant
04:37
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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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8. |
Not quite yet
04:57
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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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