Blowflies
Lyrics Alana Valentine
Spoken word Tara Gower
The native fly is black and small It hardly bothered us at all Now sheep come in a filthy herd With flies the size of bristlebirds With flies as big as kangaroos Our eyes are thick with mucous ooze The old ones wave the flies away They tell them they cannot stay ‘Your flies have made you blind,’ they shout ‘You need to go, go way, get out'
But their guns they smash the land Their flies an open, smacking hand Their flies an army of ignorant pain Bringing death like blowfly rain Bringing destruction, death and fear And the lie that we were never here.
Bowls Of Mourning
English lyrics by David Page - originally from Nesting (Skin, 2000)
Yuin language by Lynne Thomas
Vocals Yolande Brown
Spoken Word Lynne Thomas
Introduction -
When...
Do you hear me calling?
When
Do you know your way home
Song -
Do you hear me calling?
Do you know your way home?
Can you tell me when?
When?
Boola boola (weeping)
Merrawinga (place of dreaming)
Budderie (Beauty)
Do you hear me calling?
Do you know your way home?
Can you tell me when?
When?
Wirringa (sleep)
Budderie (Beauty)
Merrawinga (place of dreaming)
Massacre - 'Smashed by Colonisation'
Words: Alana Valentine
Voices: Waangenga Blanco, Daniel Riley, Rikki Mason
Voices: Yolande Brown, Elma Kris
The cuts of death are deep and mean
We fall down with a piercing scream
We try to shield the children now
But butchers don’t care who or how
The earth is soaked with human blood
No tears will ever wash this flood
But only justice spoken aloud
For that we will fight long and proud
For that we will name every day
Our grief will never go away
Our lives are coiled around this proof
Our culture is our living truth
Rebirth Ritual
Lyrics and spoken word Bruce Pascoe
The stain is deep in our chalk and until we can accept what the explorers saw as part of the national story our debate of national origins, character and attributes is hobbled by ignorance.
Thank You My Country
Lyrics and spoken word Bruce Pascoe
I am the rock that holds the heat, after the sun has set
Thank you, my country
I am the grain that takes the oil, after the pouring is done
Thank you, my country
I am the stone soaking up water, long since retrieved from the pool
Thank you, my country
I am the spirit of country, still giving all life to the land
Thank you, my country
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Dramaturg/ Lyrics
Alana Valentine
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Dance Artist/ Spoken Word
Tara Gower
Waangenga Blanco
Daniel Riley
Rikki Mason
Elma Kris
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Music/ Lyrics
David Page (dec.)
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Dramaturg/ Lyrics
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Cultural Consultant/ Lyrics and Language/ Spoken Word
Lynne Thomas
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Vocals/ Choreography
Yolande Brown
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Lyrics/ Spoken Word
Bruce Pascoe