1. |
Unsayable (baakvass)
06:02
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Baakvaas: unsayable
I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvass, coming across the ancient boro tem
I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas, humans are not holier than thou
I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvass, rolling across the ancient boro tem
I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas, humans are not holier than thou
We hear baakvaas, we hear baakvass, coming across the ancient boro tem
I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas
We hear baakvaas, we hear baakvass, rolling across the ancient boro tem
We hear baakvaas, We hear baakvaas,
And it’s all so, it’s so unsayable
What I think and feel, it’s quite unsayable
Oh, oh, it’s so unsayable
What I think and feel is quite unsayable
I hear baakvaas…
I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvass, coming across the ancient boro tem
I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas, humans are not holier than thou
I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvass, rolling across the ancient boro tem
I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas, humans are not holier than thou
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2. |
Running Outta Time
06:33
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Running OuttaTime
Things are getting tighter; they’re thinning on the ground
It’s only when you look a little closer, you see it’s all turned upside down
It was only yesterday, we taught ourselves to dream
Now I turn my face away, cos nothing’s what it seems
Things are moving faster; they’re growling like the wind
And when you look it all over, you see just how good it’s been
It was only recently, we were doing fine
But we sacrificed integrity, and now we’re running out of time
We’re running out of time, yes we are, yes we are.
We’re cutting it so fine, don’t you see, don’t you see?
Things in the world are getting awkward; they’re changing every day
Bottom line, we’re all broken; we no longer know what to say
Only just a while ago, we were stepping outta line
Now we don’t know which way to go, and we’re running out of time
We’re running out of time, yes we are, yes we are.
We’re cutting it so fine, don’t you see, don’t you see?
Sometimes when you look for a flaw in the picture; there’s just nothing there to see
So while you might say nothing’s happening; that nothing sure is happening to me
This isn’t necessarily, a cue to make us shine; when we sacrificed our dignity
We were destined to, destined to, destined to run right out of time
We’re running out of time, yes we are, yes we are.
We’re cutting it so fine, don’t you see, don’t you see?
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3. |
All About The Bujo
06:02
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All About the Bujo
Listen, I’ll tell you ‘bout a game that you won’t know, cos there are rules, lots o rules that you don’t know, and once didn’t wanna know
You play it every day, and you play it every way,
It knocks off your feet, and you feel so deplete
You think it’s down to you, and that just ain’t true
Hear what I say cos it ain’t going away
It’s called the Bujo, the bujo, it’s all about the bujo.
Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo.
Listen, we thought we knew the way, but colonization was here to stay,
They wanted us to do it as they do it, see it as they see it, know it as they know it,
You got us to do what we didn’t want to do, then round and round and round we’d twirl for you, trying hard to please so it flows along with ease, even though it’s clear we were on our knees
It’s called the Bujo, the big fat bujo, it’s all about the bujo.
Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo.
Oh, let me into your life to rule your days, just dip into your heart and you will know it’s good for you. Just fill out the forms and let me take your little hand; you know that I will understand.
Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo.
Don’t buy illusion, you know it makes sense, manage intrusions; don’t sit on the fence
Materialism or narcissism, either way it’s a cataclysm
Now it’s past the time to commit, now that the Earth’s so deep in shit
Courtesy of man, courtesy of crap, courtesy of ignorance, you know where it’s at.
It’s this thing called the bujo, we’re all on the bujo. It's all about the bujo.
Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo.
It's all a fucking bujo.
Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo.
It's all a fucking bujo.
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4. |
Medicine Song
09:06
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Medicine Song
Shadows are coming, from across the sea; they worry me; they’re the darkest I’ve seen
Deep in my dreaming, a black cloud’s there; it’s one of total despair; the ghosts are coming
Voices in the sky, I’m hearing voices in the sky,
Hammering down from a world we just don’t know
Shadows on the ground, I see bad spirits all around
Thundering down from a place we never go
Destined for a life where no wisdom comes after us
Destined for a life where no ancestors walk with us
Destined for a life where our children can never be free
Praying to the old ones, please open your hearts to us
Praying to the Earth who we implore to keep harm from us
Praying to a future when it’s something we just cannot see
Visions are forming; I see a broken chain, I see it again and again; it’s the worst I’ve ever seen
I know they’re coming, with their crosses and their rage, they’ll force us into a cage; the ghosts are coming
Voices in the sky, I'm hearing voices in the sky,
Hammering down from a world we just don’t know
Shadows on the ground, I see bad spirits all around
Thundering down from a place we never go
Destined for a fate where no one will believe in us
Destined for a fate where our stars will not shine for us
Destined for a fate where our lands will be taken away
Borrowing the Earth so the ghosts will not steal from us
Borrowing our dreams so the ghosts will not stay with us
Praying to the spirits; although we don’t know what to say
Medicine song, we need a medicine song, a medicine song, for this civilization.
Medicine song, we need a medicine song, a medicine song, for this coonization.
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5. |
Blow Me Away
05:29
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BlowMeAway
When there’s no talk and there’s only silence
You know I’d do anything and everything to send the blues away
So pack up the bag with all the tears and sadness
You know I’d do anything and everything to throw it all away, yes, to throw it all away
So blow me away with words and music so I can say goodbye to something
Blow me away, and let me live for another day
Cos I’m so done with crying, I’m so ready to send it away
When there are grey skies and life has no meaning
You know I’d do anything and everything to send the blues away
So pack up the bag with all the lack of feeling
You know I’d do anything and everything to be where you are, yes, to be where you are
So blow me away with words and music so I can say goodbye to something
Blow me away, and let me live for another day
Cos I’m so done with crying, I’m so ready to send it away
I’m so done with crying, I’m so ready to send it away
I’m so done with trying, I’m so ready for a new day
I’m so done with crying, I’m so ready to send it away
I’m so done with trying, I’m so ready for a new day
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6. |
Ancestors
07:04
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Ancestors
‘We speak but no one is listening
We cry but people don’t hear
We fight though no one fights with us
Our presence is needed no more, but who will care?’
When Life has nothing to do with life anymore
When a ‘condition’ replaces the quest for truth
When the search for wisdom is nothing short of a waste of time
There is precious little that we can do.
I hear the trees cry for them; and the Earth, as she mourns them
It’s an empty world without them
I never thought I’d be so lonely.
Why did they have to become so nonsensical
I never thought they’d become so dispensable
When they were consigned to the realms of the invisible
We were embarrassed at the voices in the wind
All the ancient ones up in the sky
Are no longer required to guide the way
Courage and humility are now so long ago
There’s no reason to feel that ancestors have a say
Can you not see we’re dying?
We’re only just surviving
We are all soul-less nations
And I never thought I’d be so lonely
Why did they have to become so nonsensical
I never thought they’d become so dispensable
When they were consigned to the realms of the invisible
We were embarrassed by the voices in the wind
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7. |
Strings
06:08
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Strings
The world shouldn’t end here; cos it hurts, yes it hurts, how it hurts to see it go,
We should never have arrived here
Outside my window, all I see, all I see, all I see are strings
People pulling on the world
If we are family, why can’t we make uncles of the trees
With what the rivers and skies know, we should be on our knees
How did the indigenous die here, along with all that went before?
Oh, why can’t they stop pulling on the world?
You know, as I look around me; I see that all of nature, all of nature, all of nature sings
And it hurts when you’re the last to sing a song
As the masses rush past me; I think puppets on a, puppets on a, puppets on a string
What will it take to stop pulling on the world?
If we are family, why can’t we make sisters of the streams?
What the deserts and leaves know should take us to our knees
Will we never find the way outta here? Are we too blind to read the signs?
Oh, will they never stop pulling on the world?
We lost what the indigenous gave us; with all the love, all the love, all the love that brings
A puppet won’t save us
In the fight for Earth’s freedom; all I see, all I see, all I see are strings
Why must they keep pulling on the world?
Oh, please stop pulling on the world
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8. |
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The Gypsy And The Wannabe
We go travlin’ across ancient land, while you stand there with a wand in your hand. You imitate us as boldly as you can. Why must you do that?
My elder who’s a dai and a day; she can’t decipher a word that you say
Indigenous games are so easy to play, and she says: ‘Why must they do that?’
…All you gotta do is find the zee in you, if you wanna know the Gypsy world.
Cos this ain’t Gypsy. No, it ain’t Gypsy. It’s not Gypsy. You ain’t Gypsy.
We all wonder how the hell we stay free; while you discover that a door fits your key. Then the cart’s before the horse so effortlessly. How do you do that?
Our people know that laughter and tears, helped pull us through so many difficult years
But you, you lift a finger and there are no more fears. How do you do that?
…All you gotta do is find the zee in you, if you wanna know the Gypsy world.
Cos this ain’t Gypsy. No, it ain’t Gypsy. It’s not Gypsy. You ain’t Gypsy.
Won’t you walk with me, see the real Earth and Sky; see how they’re hurting; do you hear the Earth cry?
Just like us, they are having to die. Why must they do that?
…All you gotta do is find the zee in you, if you wanna know the Gypsy world.
Cos this ain’t Gypsy. No, it ain’t Gypsy. It’s not Gypsy. You ain’t Gypsy.
…All you gotta do is find the zee in you, if you wanna know the Gypsy world.
Cos this ain’t Gypsy. No, it ain’t Gypsy. It’s not Gypsy. You ain’t Gypsy.
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9. |
Echo
08:02
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Echo
When all the pain is over
I know my sun will shine
When the reflection fades from memory
I know my life will be mine
So can you hear me when I say:
While that dark cloud’s forever passing
Though it finds me every single day
I know I’ve got to keep it moving
Cos it’s an echo, just an echo
It’s but an echo, just an echo
So you may think you’re going crazy
But you have to keep up the fight
You will think it’s never ending
In all those sleepless nights
So please hear me when I say:
While that dark cloud is forever passing
Though it’ll find you every single day
You gotta know that it’s just an echo
It’s just an echo; just an echo
We are echo, we are echo
Chasing the pain away, chasing the dread away
Washing the tears away, washing the fears away
Bringing new life to stay, bringing a brand new day
Inviting a smile to stay, inviting a dream your way.
Chase all the pain away, chase all the dread away
Wash all the tears away; wash all the fears away
Bring a new life to stay, bring on a brand new day
Invite a new smile to stay, invite a new dream your way.
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10. |
Keep On Smiling
04:44
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Keep On Smiling
Oh my word, I must have sinned; cos I ain’t so charmed with the world I’m in
All’s fine if we keep on smiling
Oh my word, my shell has thinned; wanna cry bout where I’ve been
How on earth do I keep on smiling?
I guess we gotta keep on smiling; yep, all’s fine if you keep on smiling, smiling, smiling.
Oh my word, the Earth is sad; who knows what trouble she’s had
She can’t win even though she’s trying
Oh my word, now I’m just mad; we take the Earth for all she has
Guess she doesn’t feel like smiling
But does she know that she’s gotta keep on smiling; does she know all will be good if she keeps on smiling, smiling.
A real smile is all I can do. A real smile might not be good enough for you
Real smiles are what we could use, oh real smiles are what we should choose.
Oh my word, my face don’t fit, how do I smile when I feel like shit
I know it ain’t for lack of trying
Oh my word, this is oh so bad, an alien might think we were just plain mad
I just feel I’m no longer buying
So the message no matter what you do, keep on smiling; learn to keep on smiling, smiling, smiling
Happiness is when you keep on smiling; you just might just be healed if you keep on smiling, smiling, smiling.
Oh my word, I must have sinned, ain’t so charmed with the place I’m in
Oh my word, I must have sinned, can’t smile so never can win.
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11. |
Star Being (Andy's Song)
06:13
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Star Being (Andy’s Song)
I sit waiting for that moment
When you’ll face the starry sky
But something tells me you’re not listening
And that I’ll be waiting a very long, very long time
You believe we do not know you
That we’ve not seen this all before
I guarantee we’ve got your number
And it’s a very old, very old stubborn score
We’re watching you through the slits of our fingers
Dreading what’s in store, through the slits of our fingers
Shadows on the run
With nowhere, nowhere to hide away
Culprits on the run
With not a road that can take you away
Ooh, la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la la, yay
We shouldn’t need to keep you hopeful
We shouldn’t have to say you’re wrong
Cos nothing’s bad if it stays neutral
It’s so easy to sing an ancient song
Earth is like an old asylum
Earth’s become a human cage
In your journey through your timeline
You chose to live in an age that was never an age
What do I matter?
I’m just an ancient star being
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12. |
In Euphoria
07:49
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In Euphoria
Words of the Dying:-
I’m dying now, I go to join the free
I’m flying now, far across a deep blue sea
My soul is on fire; my eyes are so clear
My soul takes me higher; the stars are near
I’m crying now; but my tears are all of glee
I’m leaving now; there is no more here for me
And now my time is over, and the past falls behind
The future’s before me: to go find
They’re with me now, in euphoria; they see me on my way, in euphoria.
Ancestors hear me now, in euphoria; the years have passed away, away,
My soul will be free now, no tears, and no pain
Though my time is now over, I’ll see those I love again
I’m dying now, in euphoria, I passed the mark now, in euphoria
I am myself now, I see the wide sea.
Words of ancestors to the dying:-
When in death’s euphoria, and when in the other life
Moving past dysphoria; moving past the afterlife
Hear all ancient voices; singing sweetly all in tune
All then now rejoices; loudly with the sun and moon
There will be no morning; neither will there be a night
Yet a new day’s dawning; till the stars are all alight
Through a million portals; looking for an open door
Sleep to all that’s mortal; death to all baakvass and more
All will change hereafter; all will be completely whole
Lose the masks and armour; no more cause to act the role
Sleep now child in silence; walk now with the sun and moon
All the past defiance, never put you out of tune
Rise now from the ashes; rise now from the place of doom
Sunlight sparks in flashes; now there is no mortal tomb
Now with gods and thunder, with the grace that’s truly wild
Now in death’s euphoria; child you’re on the other side
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Patrick Jasper Lee Wales, UK
I am something of an activist with my music & literature. As an indigenous Rom Gypsy my cultural and artistic work explores the highs and lows of life/soul. I champion tribal origins, and the underdog in our modern times. I am tired of what this society tends to throw at us, especially innocent folk. I believe the awesome beauty of nature & the arts remains our only hope in this chaotic world. ... more
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