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One Of Those Days
03:39
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I knew it from the moment i opened my eyes
I thought ok it’s gonna be one of those days
So i tuck myself deep inside my warm sheets
Have endless cups of tea, starting mindlessly ahead
It’s one of those days baby, one of those days,
it’s been one of those days
We're always being told to go out on our own
and stand up nice and tall
And never miss a call
But what if i don’t wanna go
I’m great at making plans,
and oh i meet demands
but some days, somedays i dont wanna go.
It’s one of those days baby, one of those days,
it’s been one of those days
I haven’t slept well in months
And no, its not just this once
This weight has followed me for years
This is not a call for help,
I'll be alright please don’t fret
I just need to go slow
Go slow for a little while
So be gentle with me,
Please be gentle with me.
Cause it’s one of those days baby, one of those days,
it’s been one of those days
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2. |
Said Too Much
04:07
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Maybe you can hold my hand, just a little while
so i can rest my tired bones and ease my wandering heart
But i need you to hear me,
for the meaning I intend not the things you wish i'd said
I know you want more from me, but i have spoken how i feel
my mind and body love to play with yours, but my soul remains my own
Did i say too much, did i say too little
now we are stuck somewhere in the middle
did i say to much, did i say too little
now we are stuck somewhere in the middle
i don’t know where i go
no i don’t know where i go
i don’t know where i go
i don’t know where i go from here
She asked, where does it hurt,
it’s those left ribs right under my shirt
Didn’t think it’d be this hard, at least not this part, i think i might be no good at this
i dance it all away for now, in this unfamiliar crowd
no swiping faces, or first dates stresses
the lack of you just ain’t on my mind when the music’s this loud
Did i say too much, did i say too little
now we are stuck somewhere in the middle
did i say to much, did i say too little
now we are stuck somewhere in the middle
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3. |
Colours of My People
03:28
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The colours of my people
are churning in my head
since my mother write to me
with ornate for my hair
Black is for my people
Yellow if for the sun
Red is for the ochre that stains my skin and dances in my lung
Or Maybe red is for our passion,
and yellow is for the joy in our song,
and black is for the dark storm brewing,
Injustice be careful here we come
Brothers, remember you are kind
Sisters, you are powerful,
Brothers don’t listen to them you are capable of moving mountains
And Sisters don’t shy away your voice is authority
Black is for my people
Yellow if for the sun
Red is for the ochre that stains my skin and dances in my lung
Or Maybe red is for our passion,
and yellow is for the joy in our song,
and black is for the dark storm brewing,
Injustice be careful here we come
Babala, lyan binmal
Walgar, lyan jalnga
Babala, ma midjan gnan
Walgar, ma wanden
Black is for my people
Yellow if for the sun
Red is for the ochre that stains my skin and dances in my lung
Or Maybe red is for our passion,
and yellow is for the joy in our song,
and black is for the dark storm brewing,
Injustice be careful here we come
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4. |
Body Of Mine
03:18
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Body of mine,
Temple of my wisdom,
Guardian of my heart
Shelter to my mind
Body of mine,
Why is it that sometimes,
We don’t feel like one and the same
You carry my scars, you don’t forget my sins
My past wickedness has marked you
My terror have sliced you open,
Masochism seeped into your wounds
I know i’ve been unfair,
I've used you to run away and beaten you when you welcomed me back home
Body of mine,
Temple of my wisdom,
Guardian of my heart
Shelter to my mind
Body of mine,
Why is it that sometimes,
We don’t feel like one and the same
You are worth a worship, sensually addictive
strong hands, backbone, but you are not endless
How i wish i wasn’t angry with you
How i wish i didn’t feel you weak
I hate what i did to you, and i hate you let me see it through
But i am trying to make it right
Darling flesh, sweet blood and strong bone i didn’t mean to leave you behind
The pain got too much
My soul wasn’t strong enough,
to carry us somewhere lighter together.
Gone thirsty too long
You've forgotten how to drink.
So I will flood your plains, fill your river-
wash away the pain.
Body of mine,
Temple of my wisdom,
Guardian of my heart
Shelter to my mind
Body of mine,
Why is it that sometimes,
We don’t feel like one and the same
You are worth a worship, sensually addictive
strong hands, backbone, but you are not endless
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NIDALA Byron Bay, Australia
NIDALA is a singer-songwriter, activist and gardener. Born of the Aboriginal Djugun people of the Kimberley, her music is an anthem for open hearts and raised fists. Driven by her relentless hope in humanity, her work dedicates itself to creating reconciliation; of ourselves with our emotions, of our bodies with our natural environments, and of Indigenous wisdom with innovative ideas. ... more
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