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For some tunes from our native brother Geoffrey Gurrumul. Beautiful without the translation... beautiful with. Great musical influences and lyrics that come from a good, simple, honest heart's interpretation of life.

Who says one voice can't make a difference?

Ohhhh :)

"I want to be the sunlight, streaming through your window,first thing in the morning when you wake.I want to be the airplane that you hijack,and then ride into the ground.
I know I'm nothing much to speak of,I'm broken in so many places,I don’t think even you can fix it.
I don’t want to be your drugs; I want to be your rehabilitation,I want to be the reason for you to wake.I want you to be the one holding my hand,when im closing my eyes…For the last time.

I'm broken in so many places,I don’t even think you can fix it,and my hopes rest, where your pretty face is…Here is my heart, be gentle when you are breaking it... "

(Epicure)

You can be broken, needing help yourself, but you can still long to be someone else's sunshine.

The Audreys

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Sweet, sweet, sweet.

IF SHE WANTS ME- Belle & Sebastian


I wrote a letter on a nothing day.I asked somebody, “Could you send my letter away?”“You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one envelope.”

I said goodbye to someone that I love.It’s not just me, I tell you it’s the both of us.And it was hard,Like coming off the pills that you take to stay happy.

Someone above has seen me do alright.Someone above is looking with a tender eye.Upon your face, you may think you’re alone but you may think again.

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy.They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes.On second thoughts, I’d rather hang around and be there with my best friend,If she wants me.

And far away somebody read the letter.He condescends to read the words I wrote about him.And if he smiles, it’s no more than a genius deservesFor all your curious nerve and your passion.

I’m going deaf, you’re growing melancholy.Things fall apart, I don’t know why we bother at all.But life is good and it’s always worth living at least for a while.

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy.They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes.On second thoughts, I’d rather hang around and be there with my best friend,If she wants me.

If you think to yourself, “What should I do now?”Than take the baton, and girl, you better run with it.'Cause there is no point in standing in the past cause it’s over and done with.I took a book and went into the forest.I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you.But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness so I went home.

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy.They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes.On second thoughts, I’d rather hang around and be there with my best friend,If she wants me.

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy.They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes.On second thoughts, I’d rather hang around and be there with my best friend,If she wants me.If she wants me, yeah.If she wants me, yeah.If she wants me, yeah.

So I love French song. It's happy and light melody lead me to believe it was about someone carefree or even in love. Well the chorus says: "I don't want to work, I don't want to lunch I only want to forget and so I smoke." She's sick of love! My point: you can't judge a song by its melody.

Sympatique
by Pink Martini

Ma chambre a la forme d'une cage, le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre. Les chasseurs à ma porte comme les petits soldats qui veulent me prendre.

Je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas déjeuner, je veux seulement l'oublier et puis je fume...

Déjà j'ai connu le parfum de l'amour, un million de roses n'embaumerait pas autant. Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages me rend malade.

Je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas déjeuner, je veux seulement l'oublier et puis je fume...

Je ne suis pas fière de ça, cette vie qui veut me tuer. C'est magnifique, être sympathique, mais je ne le connais jamais.

Je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas déjeuner, je veux seulement l'oublier et puis je fume...

Translated into english that means:

My room is a cage The sun streams through the window, the bellhops are at my door like those little soldiers who want to take me away.

Chorus-
I don't want to work, I don't want to lunch I only want to forget and so I smoke.

Long ago I knew the smell of love, a million roses didn't smell as sweet. Now a single flower in my way makes me sick.

Chorus

I am not proud if this life that wants to kill me. It's magnificent to be sympatico but I have never known this.
Chorus

Tree Hugger

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"The tree said, "I wish I could beA different kind of tree,The cat wished that it was a bee,The turtle wished that it could flyReally high into the sky,Over rooftops and then diveDeep into the sea.
And in the sea there is a fish,A fish that has a secret wish,A wish to be a big cactusWith a pink flower on it.And in the sea there is a fish,A fish that has a secret wish,A wish to be a big cactusWith a pink flower on it.
And the flowerWould be its offeringOf love to the desert.And the desert,So dry and lonely,That the creatures allAppreciate the effort.
And the rattlesnake said,"I wish I had hands soI could hug you like a man."And then the cactus said,"Don't you understand,My skin is covered with sharp spikesThat'll stab you like a thousand knives.A hug would be nice,But hug my flower with your eyes."
The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"The tree said, "I wish I could beA different kind of tree,The cat wished that it was a bee,The turtle wished that it could flyReally high into the sky,Over rooftops and then diveDeep into the sea.
And in the sea there is a fish,A fish that has a secret wish,A wish to be a big cactusWith a pink flower on it.And in the sea there is a fish,A fish that has a secret wish,A wish to be a big cactusWith a pink flower on it.
And the flowerWould be its offeringOf love to the desert.And the desert,So dry and lonely,That the creatures allAppreciate the effort.

Lyrics by KIMYA DAWSON

One short story

He was a boy
Who felt like a man
She was a girl
From a far away land
Far more beautiful
Than the picture in his hand
She had eyes
That would draw him in
They took a plane ride
Together they would find
Her long lost smile
They went home againBack to her friends
Back to repair her heart

He loved this girl
With all of his heart
He wanted her mind
Her secrets and her trust

She would never do him any harm
He'd give her the world
If it sat in his palm

One rainy day
It was dark in the sky
She turned and she said to him
With grey in her eyes

Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart

His heart turned to liquid
And it trickled from his eyes
All he could do now
At this point in his life

Was to go home again
Back to his friends
Back to repair his heart
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart.

Lyrics by XAVIER RUDD
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Dela-The Beautiful girls

A beautiful song originally done by Johnny Clegg that makes me smile. DELA means "possess long enough/satisfy/stretch long" in Zulu (a major indigenous South African tribe).

One day I looked up and there you were Like a simple question looking for an answer Now I am aware Listening to some inner call And swimming blindly to find myself upon your shore

What if don't find you and I have landed Would you leave me here to die on your shore stranded?

I think I know why the dog howls at the moon x2

Chorus: Dela dela. When I'm with you Dela. I'll burn for you

I've been waiting all my life Waiting for a miracle I've been waiting day and night I've been waiting all my life Hoping for redemption I've been waiting day and night, day and night

Chorus

A flying bird sings inside this cage that is my heart The image of your face comes to me when I'm alone in the dark What if I could give a shape onto this ache I have for you What if I could find my voice to speak the words that capture you? I think I know?. I think I know why the dog howls at the moon

Chorus

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Tightrope walker

She says, "I'm dying everyday, would you save me?""Would you pick me up and out of this pain?"She says, "Darling I can't recall why my chest insists to rise and fall."And as he's watching her eyelids close in the T.V. glow,He can't help thinking that...She's a tightrope walker... and he's the streets below.

So put your arms down honey. This ain't no execution.I was just watching you sleep.So put that crown down sugar.This ain't no crucifixion.I was just watching you sleep...I was just watching you.

She says, "I'm praying everyday, but no one hears me""No one gives a fuck about me and my pain."She says, "Darling I can't recall why my heart wants to beat at all."And as he's watching her eyelids close in the T.V. glow,He can't help thinking that...She's a tightrope walker... and he's the streets below.

So put your arms down honey.This ain't no execution.I was just watching you sleep.So put that crown down sugar.This ain't no crucifixion.I was just watching you sleep...I was just watching you...sleep.I was just watching you... sleepI was just watching you wave me goodbye.

So put your arms down honey.This ain't no execution.I was just watching you sleep.So put that crown down sugar.This ain't no crucifixion.I was just watching you sleep... I was just watching you.

Lyrics by EPICURE

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