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Powa
03:28
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It's nearly twenty years since we've been freed
Where have we come?
What have we learned?
The people's cards are cut with drunken knives
With riddles come lies
We are the front of a golden mine
Your time is up and now we know with riddles come lies
The servant of the people serves no more, they hide and steal from you
The game has no rules
They're keeping you fooled
Will we stand to let the few prosper while so many lose?
Power took it all
Power took it from us
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Fortuna
04:39
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Spin little wheel
You know I am a fortunate man
I know my plan
Spin little wheel
Your circle is of steel
And you cannot feel your turns
Turn quiet circle, turn
No one sees how you roll
I am a circle
A common man
I'll roll with you
I can only love it
Do you love it too?
It's been so long since you sprung
So long before me
That you begun
I am a circle
I am a common man
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Robinsong
05:14
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There'll be trouble till the robin comes
Trouble all around
And when that robin's perch is found
Those troubles will be drowned.
I long to fly away
Taken by a far out breeze
Above the flood and sodden leaves
Blue-prints for a faithless plan
Floats a letter from a graceless hand
The message is forlorn and foreign, clutched between the creature's claws
Slowly into the dawn
A sleeping moon, a waking wing, custodians of faded ink
An omen from alien law
Set to purge our bursting shores
I long...
Look to the sky, be aware of its nature
No time to plead
Get on your knees
The robin has come
Forest revelator.
The message is forlorn and foreign
Secret mechanismisms of the morning
A sleeping moon
A waking wing
A warning from a long dead king
An omen from alien law
Set to purge our bursting shores
I long...
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Puffadder
04:36
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There's a puffadder at the rondawel
He is scared of the man who goes too close
He is loaded and aching to give you a dose
Don't go too close
Take care for there's a cobra up ahead in the long grass
She is golden and ancient moving alone
On her way back to the dust crags where nobody knows
Ophidia, the serpent is shedding it skin
Don't go too close
Ophidia, the healer is hiding within
Don't go too close
Entangled in the pergola, the boomslang is no murderer
He is sure, he is free
In the African embroidery
His bulging eyes reflect the vines
And from the human he does shy, so don't go there
Ophidia
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Runaway
05:23
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I've been charged as a runaway
I've been accused of avoiding myself
And should they choose to investigate
They'll send my mind back to my skull
We've all got a way to get away
Whether wanted, needed or earned
But freedom is a dangerous game
Some don't respect and some don't return
I don't want to come down
High in my tree
Living is enough
I want to be want free
Orbiting the moon
Sailing soft seas
I've been charged as a runaway
I've been accused of avoiding myself
This human thing is no fun for fools
Is it reason or rhythm that rules?
We draw plans that have no effect
And plant seeds in the ground that don't grow
When you're young and full of it
Time is a spring, in abundance it flows
I don't want to come down
High in my tree
Living is enough
I want to be want free
Orbiting the moon
Sailing soft seas
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Holiday Murray Cape Town, South Africa
We are four people from Cape Town on the tip of Africa. This is our band, Holiday Murray.
info@holidaymurray.com
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