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Waimakariri 04:35
Ko waimakariri te awa, te wahi ō te ngutu parore. Kaore he Maunga, Kaore he iwi, Kei te karanga mai, te waiata ō te awa ki ahau.
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Do I know only land that is bought and sold? Do I know only value that is measured in gold? Do I chose the place that I call my home? Or does it chose me?
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When doubts creep in and grow, When a dark thought takes me low, When I feel like I'm on my own I look to you. When Heaven is a vain hope, When your word is just a poem, Divine intervention is just wishful thinking. I still call to you I still look to you to the heavens in my distress as I struggle I still yell at you I still cry to you I still fall on you... When my faith is juvenile When my belief is like a child When my innocence is spurned I look to you When arguments rise against me When ideas build up around me When my structures are pulled right down to their foundation I still call to you I still look to you to the heavens in my distress as I struggle I still yell at you I still cry to you I still fall on you... I still fall on you...
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Am I just time? Time to be spent? Do I but toil? To earn my way? An unknown quantity, A series of sunlight hours? An unchosen beginning, With an unknown end? Am I just time, Running it's course? Do I but earn? Am I but a resource? What I was born with And what I can earn the luck of the draw and what I can learn. Am I an education opportunity's result a middle class investment numb to my lack of contentment Am I just what I have running it's course do I but earn Am I but a resource Am I but a wheel in this great machine Do I but spin here within this my course Am I but a resource? Naught else but a resource? Can I be sound Can I be vision adding nothing to industry It neither looks nor listens Can I be heart Can I think and feel because your currency is cold and these colours in me are real Am I colour and texture sound and vision though I work and toil I will look and listen. I am more than a unit, part of something richer a still small voice calling me toward something bigger.
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Am I trying to feel or am I feeling are my senses reeling or are they dull? Am I sad Or am I sulking? If there's no one watching do I feel at all? The long bleak sky never ending No patch of blue to catch my eye Big black cloud full to bursting hanging over always waiting... ...never raining. Am I trying to feel? Is there more than this? more than in between? more than not quite there? more than lost and unaware? Am I more than numb or just thought and reason suggested feeling an empty being The long bleak sky never ending No patch of blue to catch my eye Big black cloud full to bursting hanging over always waiting... ...never raining. Am I trying to feel? Huddled shoulders a lonely perch mist on the water a lonely bird emerging trees no horizon the silent river travels on
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Room cold grey room lifeless walls don't look there is nothing to see absent dreams dreams are free seek the black solace of sleep shrouded cross silent face inattentive in shadow fear and doubt uncertainty familiar and yet so unknown but then the shard the lance of light.... attracting and repelling me tiny ribbon the crack in the shell stirring my soul fascinating terrifying. Yes the light calling to me... turn turn away stay the same don't look there is nothing to see fear and doubt uncertainty safer than this call to change But then the shard warming my hand my mind sees colour there is more to me now expose my soul let the dead fall embrace this new vulnerable and visible expose my soul let the dead fall my mind sees colour there is more to me now I either die here or there and I want to know there is naught to lose in forsaking what's lost I have nothing to lose in forsaking what's lost there is nothing to lose in forsaking what's lost. was it hope that beckoned me? from the dark to the light. was it faith that drew me out from the cold cave? was it love the straightened me? turning me upward again? looking to face the sun ready to drink it in Was it the truth that set me free was it hope that beckoned me? was it love that reached for me? When in the dark I could not see?

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released July 1, 2018

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Follower Christchurch, New Zealand

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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