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Amox city
04:13
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Amox -city (San Fran Jan 2015)
We went to Discovery today,
man welcomed us back , said you don't have to pay.
Fern said, in the potty I just did wees.
Anahera's got a hairclip in her mouth,
Fern ,take it out please, take it out please.
Drum drum drum. Fern says that's the chorus.
And she lives with her dad in an amoxcity (x 2)
I'm writing this song this way.
Hana's in the kitchen,
I'm keeping moko at bay.
It's the Middle Earth and the Flum Flum Tree.
A story's the pathway 'tween a moko and me, moko and me.
Drum drum drum etc
Now bath time, Sulu's got the tub.
At the close of the day, we like our water play.
Still that soap gets in your eyes.
Just like every day, it's a big surprise.
Drum drum drum etc
Now that rooftop din, it's started again,
but we do our best to get her rest.
We're breaking out teeth and pulling on cords.
Taking our first steps, doing without our naps, or nappies.
Drum drum drum etc
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Intro Bundle full
00:50
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Bundle-full
03:12
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Bundle-full (San Fran Jan 2015)
Coming into the Bay, Sky-couch way,
you stood up for your rights,
to light up our night with your screen-time delights.
A shame to sleep the flight away.
And you are a bundle-full, connected at the shoulder,
buried in my holder, good skills.
And you are, joy on wheels,
brm brm in the corner, doing what my daughter does still.
Coming at you, food through you,
strained by the nappies of life.
When I see you at the table, ready and able.
The beans are gonna run for their lives.
And you are (etc)
Come on moko, just like Titoko (my dad)
Gpoing up the stairs, climbing somewheres,
in your green suit that says Read To Me.
You don't need a back-up, just someone to pack up,
and catch your fall tenderly.
And you are (etc)
Come on moko, just like Titoko.
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Intro Meeting the locals
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Meeting the locals
03:13
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Meeting the locals (San Fran, Jan 2015)
Been 49 days 49 nights, I've been looping around, Marin County heights,
just walking, it's called hiking here too.
Trying to meet with the locals, tip my hat, say how do you do.
Went down your Tennasee steps and stone alter drains.
Stopped for a rest just to ease the strain, now I know,
how San Fran's where it's at.
Locals see me coming, say hi I like your taste in hat.
I spotted a coyote on the trail and front yard.
And a bobcat too on the Green Gulch mark.
And a little jack rabbit on the Miwok Trail.
They all tipped their hats and said hail hail hail.
Across the trail you came, e whakawhiti.
I bent down little brown snake just to see, you
slithering at my side.
Meeting the locals, tip my hat, no run and hide.
Michael and Susan helped me when I was church-bound.
When I pranged the car and couldn't get home from town.
But you came through, took Fern and I to the door.
My bread was cast on your foreign shore.
Fort 88, two miles up the ridge.
When the Cold War was over, they took you out of the fridge.
Your nukes ain't going nowhere, least they're telling us now.
You once were local, tip my hat to Cold Power.
When staying in the city, I saw the sense,
why locals flock to the hills, as some recompense.
49 night, 49 days, you can get out of the city,
above the fog and the haze.
Meeting the locals
Park-side Cafe, open mic yeah.
Pelican Inn, you missed your chance.
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Intro WA
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W.A.
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W A (Western Australia Jan 2014)
Here time starts pre-dawn, heat drives it all.
Time snatched from Tama Te Ra e ko.
Even local birds know , when they take too long,
To traverse the sky, they withold their song, withold their song.
We’re in the land of the Weeli and Wollii iron ore,
Samples Papatuanuku, sampled hard core.
But it’s a living in a land that’s being dug away.
I write these lines of my moko here in, W A.
We got down from the train, Shai swallowed a fly.
It flew up his nose just to tangi and die.
And so we learned how to wave the Australian way,
Learning to live in a land that’s being dug away, dug away.
Munjina, Marillana bazal gravel zones are,
Dentists’ reserves, drilled from afar.
Just a ride into town, Shai and Tane in the ute.
Maia follows mum, looks kinda cute, that rhymes with ute.
Ang and Arwyn, a study at home.
Doctor aunt local rocks meets Taranaki stone.
We will push our barrows cross that boundary.
You may hem my borders but you can’t hem me.
Abe works on his speakers, the Kambalda sounds,
Where the air-vap air con does the rounds.
But it’s the scratch and mix and delayed heart-beat,
That adds the passion and moves the feet, and that’s a feat.
How to enjoy our stay here in W A,
No diving no bottle, no no way.
But’s it’s a living in a land that’s been dug away,
Where the lady on the mic is the local, dee jay
Here in WA, here in WA.
WA WA WA WA.
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Intro Perth
00:49
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Perth
02:23
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Perth (Jan 2014)
Wanna see the i people dad yes.
The mossies been up all night and you can guess,
That the bites on our arms and face and hands leave marks,
Like the bites on the face of this land, (face of this land)
So I’ve changed my mind dad yes
And asked the lady at the office for an internet pass.
I logged on fast for a skate-board site.
Me and that mossie looking for a bite, (or maybe just a fight)
The city’s so big son and it’s a few blocks away in the Freemantle sun,
And my book’s looking good like I knew it would.
It may be old fashioned but it get’s the job done, (gets the job done
Freemantle sun)
They’re sitting at the table as I write, moko and Mindcraft, Perth delight.
And the floodwaters rise and cover the holes,
Like the bites on the land and the marks on the soul, (marks on the soul
marks on the soul)
Maori Ozzies are the flavour of this trip, Brian and Abe on the face of it.
I see a stolen generation and the kids run free,
And a sheriff’s badge given out to you but not me, (you but not me, that’s what I see)
So this is for the Mozzies all across the ditch, home is where you live you don’t need to switch.
Come at it fakee and hit the lip, come down clean and that’s all of it.
Shai said to say this skateboard shit, and that’s all of it.
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Moko are the healing
03:32
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Moko are the healing (enroute Esperance to Kambalda, Jan 2014)
Moko are the healing, a skin container in.
They play chess and they play cards, and sometime let you win.
No deep prejudices for you to measure up.
Just ice-cream and back rubs, acceptance in a cup.
The brothers likewise hold out, their hearts and arms to you.
A dropping in of 'we would, we would drop in on you.'
Moko are the healing, moko are the healing,
At Esperance we first heard, Anahera news of you.
It was the fifteenth of the new year and you were pushing through.
Good morning Mr Jesus in a land of snake and roo.
Oxygen we all need, it just creeps up on you.
We’re gulping down our porridge, it's ready when you are,
To play our part at your start, but Oz is where we are.
Moko are the healing, moko are the healing.
Moko are the healing, a skin container in.
They play chess and they play cards, never ask you where you’ve been.
No deep prejudices for you to measure up.
Just ice-cream and back rubs, acceptance in a cup.
The brothers likewise hold out, their arms and boards to you.
A dropping in of 'we would, we would drop in on you.'
Moko are the healing, moko are the healing, moko are the healing
Moko are the healing, moko are the healing, moko are the healing.
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Nothing needs to be
03:08
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Nothing needs to be (Feb 16, 2016 Korokoro)
Nothing needs to be what it isn’t.
Why insist on what comes in the day.
When the same old same old becomes prone just to fold,
In the rut of the mud and the clay.
The rain falls and cancels a day out.
There’s no drama, no not a jot.
There’s no need to blame, we just needed rain.
Nothing needs to be what it’s not.
Ever wished that the meeting would hear it’s own bleating,
That the kettle-drum marching would stop.
Ah but that’s just the rub, the rubbity dub dub,
That something could be what it’s not.
To go down that road asking for favours,
Of trying to change our own lot.
Why not look in my eyes and do more than survive.
And nothing can be what it’s not
After nine months the waiting is over.
In twelve months we’ll eat chocolate cake.
Huitānguru, tekau ma ono.
Kei ko Matiu, don’t call me late.
So joy can be joy, I’m not just a boy.
A tungāne to sisters two.
It was hot in my mum, but she was my sun,
And that’s my story true.
Nothing needs to be what it isn’t.
Why insist on what comes in the day.
When the same old same old becomes prone just to fold,
In the rut of the mud and the clay.
Nothing needs to be
Nothing needs to
Nothing needs
Nothing
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Intro Titikaveka
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Titikaveka
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Titikaveka (Rarotonga Oct 2014)
Shall we take the scooter, or shall we take the bus.
To thread the needle crossing land.
To plan is such a fuss.
We're throwing down the challange,
we'll scoot and bus and hike.
The rain looks like it's lifting, the waterfall in sight.
We'll still need two bus-fares, from Wigmores, park the scoot.
Alight the bus at Avarua, that's how we'll do the loop.
We're going to thread the needle,
from north unto the south.
The rain looks like it's lifting, and running out the mouth.
We googled and you came to us, Titikaveka.
The south coast near Charlie's cafe,
a bungalow you are.
There's Junior and the Noni juice
To spread the break of day.
He showed us round the old compound, in his slow Island way.
Ka hokihoki tonu mai (we returned)
Ki te whare hararei (to the bungalow)
Ka miihia , poroaki (greeted and farewelled)
ki te Kuki Ireni (the Cook Islands)
I kitea nga mara pai (discovered lush gardens)
o te whenua (of the land)
I pa mai te wairua (we felt the spirit)
O Takitumu e (my tribal waka that left Rarotonga in 1350AD)
O Takitimu e (how my tribe spells it)
O Takitumu e
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Intro Meitaki mata
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Meitaki mata
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Meitaki māta (Oct 2014)
Green fruit bunched in paw paw tree,
three more days and it'll ripen see.
Gonna poke you down and eat for free.
Meitaki māta.
Off to market we did go.
Dark clouds coming, start to blow.
Out of gas, no show no go.
Meetaki māta.
Moko treats, ngā pāreu`,
floral dress, fabric too.
Three more days then we shoot through.
Meitaki māta.
He rā whānau comes in two,
a dateline crossing Kiwa's blue (Te Moananui ā Kiwa -the Pacific Ocean)
Hari huritau just for you.
Meitaki māta.
Poked you down from that Pawpaw tree.
Caught you so no bruises we.
Gave you away, mana ake.
Meitaki maata.
Progressivley dining takes a while,
moving inland, local styles.
Taske my tip, leave just your smile.
Meitaki maata
meitaki maata,
meitaki maata.
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Intro Hanga taiapa
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Hanga taiapa
02:38
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Hanga Taiapa ( Dec 2015 Taranaki)
Hanga taiapa...ka pahu ka pahu.
Te Nīra pu...ka pahu ka pahu.
Kia tōtika ai...ka pahu ka pahu.
Haere tonu...ka pahu ka pahu.
Mehemea he pouri, rumaki nei.
Mena he awangawanga tu teitei.
Whiriwhiritia te arawhata ke.
Ki te Runga Rawa, taumata e...
I come from a long line of fences,
It’s DNA.
We’re keeping it straight, along the two string way
If you’re drowning in your strife.
Maybe big problems, oversize.
Make a choice to climb that rung by rung.
Still got songs, yet to be sung.....hanga taiapa etc
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Intro Hola
01:15
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Hola
04:29
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Hola (Huatulco, New Mexico Feb 2014)
We took a walk, down Huatulco way.
Hable espanol, pokochito seys.
And you, pesos in your eyes.
Underneath your hat, your mexican disguise.
Hola, buenos dias gringos
Hola parami amore.
Hola, don’t live there anymore.
Adios pesos de Teotiyuacan.
To you almost free, el hombre is a man.
Senora, how'd you like the heat?
Underneath hot skies, tres is a three-peat.
Hola........
Por favour senor, dos cafe solo.
Mr Whiskers here, en el zocolo.
Me area el favour deh,
Si mucho pronto, aqua caliente.
Hola........
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Intro Mardi Gras
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Mardi Gras
04:43
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Mardi Gras (Feb 24 2015 Orleans)
It cameback in that shuffle beat, eight across, taking all the street.
Centurions all black with boots, parade p’roud in their Sunday suits.
Chorus
Parada paradadadada (Trumpet sound) x 2
Shiny helmets from Empires past, like trinkets thrown, that never last.
Trinkets thrown by masked white folks, to black orleans’, from coloured floats.
It’s now become, your history, mish mash culture pagentry.
In districts telling, who they are, to party party, da de dah.
But from my reading, of the hype, it’s a cynics fest, a muse’ delight.
It’s Maggie’s Farm, floating by, post-Katrina Captain Bligh
From families, that lined the streets, we learned to recognise different treats.
The soft toys, balls and better bling, to charm the thrower and catch the fling.
Mardi Gras came from days of old, a chance for street folks to get bold.
To even up the social tab, for recompense or just get mad.
We drifted in, Catherine and I, to New Orleans, kinda sly.
Sort of needing rules to flout, we did just that, we drifted out.
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Intro Yeah you did
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Yeah you did
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Yeah you did (Feb 2015 New Orleans)
Nipping at your heels like a blue-heeler do, merengue sashay me and you.
Rocking and bowling to the squeeze box beat, dance together, feel the body heat.
St Charles ends the streetcar line, six blocks walking, can we take our time?
Rocking and bowling with the washboard scrape, swing your partner round, don’t you hesitate.
Ten pins fall on the lonely lanes, spin your partners frame by frame.
Rock ‘n rolling, jitter and dive. Dance floor strike, gimme five.
Taxi cross the parade route, brave Aclu he got us out.
Tales of putting money by, Ethiopia, Selassie .
Daytime stepping through the urupa, New Orleans moemoea.
Voodoo Christianity, same same missionaries.
Gumbo sticking in your craw, po’ boy knocking down your door.
Eat your grits, beans and tart. Stalebread Kingcake, shooting starts.
Stately houses, streetcar ride, secret passages inside.
What’s bin happening what’s bin hid, Storyville, yeah you did.
Tell it brothers
And sisters.
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