1. |
Flying
05:25
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Flying
Broken and smashed down to zero
It's been two years, and through such fears, and tears
to come back around
Once was a man, was a hero
Now fear of heights, oh hold on tight, the fright
of falling down to the ground
I could fly
or at least I could try
I could fly
or at least I could try
If I try, I might crash through the sky!
Two souls collide into a feeling
The Current's strong, this can't be wrong, a song
Calloused heart open wide
Oh ecstasy! Spinning and reeling!
Inside her room, the Super Moon, is it too soon
to let someone inside?
We could fly
or at least we could try
We could fly
we could give it a try
If we try, we might crash through the sky!
Oh, we are divine precious children
Despite the years, behind such fears, and tears
shine the eyes of a god
Oh gods! Have we lost our vision?
The will and wisdom of a child, carefree and wild,
eternal and beyond
You can fly
or at least you can try
You can fly
or at least you can try
If you try you might crash through the sky
I can fly
I can fly! I can fly!
Flying, flying ...
We are children with the eyes of a god.
If we try we might crash through the sky.
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2. |
The Cuckoo
03:20
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The cuckoo, he sits on his perch in the hole at the door to his home.
That's the clock.
It goes tick-tock.
If I could, I would stop the passage of time,
so I would be able to recapture the memories I've lost.
But I sit on my perch in the hole at the door to my home.
That's the clock.
It goes tick-tock.
The cuckoo, he sits in anticipation of the impending time situation.
The cuckoo, he knows it is time to move on and to spread its old wings and to fly back to heaven.
The cuckoo, alas, he is made out of wood like the door to his home.
That's the clock.
It goes tick-tock.
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3. |
Castaway
05:24
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Castaway
Got to keep it together
I am sailing on the open sea
Navigating the ocean
And I’ll sail …
Find an island just for me
Run aground on this island
Isolated, I am free
I’m alone on this island
Left the pain far behind me
A castaway I’ll be!
I am
A castaway
So a castaway I’ll be
I stand on this island
Feel the soft sand on the beach
I sit on this island
Smell the clean wind that’s blowing
Through the grass and round the leaves
I lie on this island
Mighty waves against me beat
I’m asleep on this island
The caress of the sunshine
I am swaddled in the heat
I am
Earth, Air, Fire, Water
Sandy surf, and sun, and breeze
I am an island
I’m alone and I am free
I am an island
And you will never find me
And my shores you’ll never see
You can’t
You can’t ever hurt me
You can’t hurt me any more
Got to keep it together.
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4. |
Apple Seed
04:02
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Apple Seed
There's a castle silhouetted in an antic light.
Can you see it under the silver canopy of night?
Even though its walls are crumbled in arcana,
It's a seed within the apple of nostalgia.
within the apple
There's a castle atop the mountain where I was born.
From that vista you can see olive trees and distant storms.
There, the devils sit on the clouds, spinning the dust below,
And the angels shoot flaming apples, their trails aglow.
shoot flaming apples
There's a castle: ancestral footmen guarding well their posts.
Generations: six hundred years living amid their ghosts.
I am named Ricardo Manuel Ramos Costa.
Like the apple, I fell here from Penha Garcia.
eu venho da Penha Garcia
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Ani Couni
07:48
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Ani Couni
Ani couni chaouani
Awawa bikana caïna
E aouni bissini
Phonetic:
[Ani’qu ne’chawu’nani’
Awa’wa biqāna’kaye’na
Iyahu’h ni’bithi’ti]
Francais:
Quand le soir descend au village indien
Le sorcier apparaît dans la vallée
Et le voilà qui arrive!
English:
When evening fell upon this native land
Into the trees went the medicine man
Touching the ground with his hand
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7. |
Castaway (live)
05:22
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Sing Our Own Song
Chords:
A . A . G . D . (rep.)
Verse:
The great flood of tears that we've cried
For our brothers and sisters who've died
Many hundreds of years
Have washed away our fears
And strengthened our pride
Now we turn back the tide
We will no longer hear your command
We will seize the control from your hand
We will fan the flame
And make your ignorance plain
And you'll feel the shame
For what you do in gods name
Chorus:
We will fight for the right to be free
We will build our own society
And we will sing, we will sing
We will sing our own songs
Verse:
When the ancient drum rhythms ring
The voice of our forefathers sing
Raise your hands to the sun
Our day of freedom has come
For me and for you
Amandla Awethu!
Chorus:
We will fight for the right to be free
We will build our own society
And we will sing, we will sing
We will sing our own songs
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