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Rain On Fire
04:27
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RAIN ON FIRE © KYM PITMAN
Let’s go walking out the back of time
I’ll rest on your shoulder - you can cry on mine
Stories pouring down like rain on fire
Big mother eagle I’ve got your blood in my veins
I breathe in your slipstream and drink the same rain
Stories pouring down like rain on fire
Something new might grow here.
Parched earth under my feet
Bleached bones and discarded leaf
There’s no chariot to give you a ride
Just stepping stones to the other side
Grandmothers in sacred places
Women weeping leaving traces
In pools of beauty their grief displaces
And the over flow
Waters the land
Feeds the land
Giving love to the land
So something old can grow here
Finding your balance on the slither of a moon
Blistering heat and lazy afternoon
Building a bridge in your heart between worlds
Heavens unveiled all the way to the water
Putting stars in your eyes and hope in your hands
Stories pouring down like rain on the fire
So something old might grow here.
Grandmothers in sacred places
Women weeping leaving traces
In pools of beauty their grief displaces
And the over flow
Waters the land
Feeds the land
Giving love
Grandmothers in sacred places
Women weeping leaving traces
In pools of beauty their grief displaces
And the overflow
Waters the land
Feeds the land
Giving love to the land
So something ancient can grow here.
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2. |
Flood
03:20
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The flood © Kym Pitman
The floods closing in we’re bailed up inside
Only the heavens open water’s deep and wide
This old shack might float away it’s a mighty swollen river
So I’m holding you close tonight
There’s a stranger in the storm sweeping up the deadwood
While the past sheds its skin to the distant churning sea
Nothing can hold the river back while she’s longing like a lover
So I’m holding you close tonight
I’m holding you close
Holding you close tonight
When the darkness is all spent and the old sun dares to rise
And casts his golden spears onto the remnants of our lives
Strewn across the fences like clothes across the floor
It won’t be long till we forget the way it was before
So I’m holding you close
Holding you close
Holding you close tonight
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3. |
The Lovers
04:34
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THE LOVERS © KYM PITMAN
Half way up a trail between the water and the sky
Two old lovers looking out through each other’s eyes
You blur the line we’ve drawn to keep us each apart
Silent at your feet we steal into your heart of hearts
Making love through sun and rain
Bring us to our knees
And take us deeper
You strip us back to sapwood disarm us to the core
You could spare the world from hopeless greed and devastating war
Making love through sun and rain
Bring us to our knees
And take us deeper...
So we see through your eyes
Know the harmonies you sing
Be one with the other
Feel the peace it brings
May we see through your eyes
Know the harmonies you sing
Be one with the other
Feel the peace it brings
Half way up a trail between the water and the sky
Two old lovers looking out through each other eyes
One with the other…. through each other’s eyes
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4. |
On Your Name
03:52
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On Your Name © Kym Pitman
She was just a kid - needed her old man
And trusted you - to understand
Why did you make it - so she couldn’t fly
And there’s always shame - now it’s on your name
First time she saw you - you looked like her old man
Could have been your hair - seemed you’d understand
Why did you make it - so she couldn’t fly
And there’s always shame - now it’s on your name
When you went home - what did you say
To your wife and daughter - about your day
Did you tell, did you tell them you made it - so she couldn’t fly
But you felt no shame - now it’s on your name
Here’s a story that couldn’t be told
Not friends or family - but too big to hold
Still she carried it always - through dark dark nights
So love wouldn’t find her - could never be alright
Why did you make it - so she couldn’t fly
And there’s always shame - now it’s on your name
She was just a kid - needed her old man
And trusted you - to understand
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5. |
Carrickalinga
04:30
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Carrikalinga Kym Pitman ©
Fishing and drifting under Tjilbruke skies
The red and the gold light swims in your eyes
The heat of December wind in your sails
It’s the breath of old dreamers on the Tjilbruke trail
Young Kaurna girl stood here Abalone in her hand
And I know she’s dreaming right here where we stand
There’s glass coming in now silencing the wind
And sparkling water on dry salty skin
We come back we come back we come back
Wishes and promises on stones Mumma kissed in the sea
They’ll come back on some high tide just like you and me
Back with the Gannet and the albatross with the storms of July
Back with the old north wind so hot and dry
We come back we come back we come back
To stand in the water that old sun going down
Sisters and brothers new year coming round
And that glassy glassy water now silencing the wind
Between the breath of old dreamers tide’s coming in
We come back we come back we come back
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6. |
Love Song
03:27
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Love song © Kym Pitman
I fell in love with the north wind at my side
Singing hot in my hair
With a taste of the desert on my skin
Ooo … iy … eh Ooo … iy … eh
I fell in love with the salty south sea in my eyes
Kissing cool on my breast
And whispering at night on my tongue
Ooo … iy … eh Ooo … iy … eh
You fell in love with the eastern range in your sky
Holding you strong
Like an old cedar standing naked in the rain
You fell in love with the western sun on your fingers
Tracing the light
With the flesh of colour slipping away
Where the eastern range meets the Ole North wind
And the Western sun meets the southern seas
You’ll find me there
Where the southern sea meets the eastern range
And the ole north wind meets the western sun
I’ll find you
Ooo … iy … eh
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7. |
Silver Spoon
04:46
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Silver Spoon © Kym Pitman
Born to the mist like his fathers before
Making shoes for the rich with hides of the poor
A young wife and children and the wolf’s at the door
It’s harsh and its hungry no thanks to the law
His time came too soon
He took just one silver spoon
Through wild desperate waters and there’s no sky above
When you’re tied down below leaving all that you love
Sentenced to life now in Van Demons Land
To be tortured and chained by the same brutal hand
Some nights the quiet moon
Shines like a silver spoon
And sweet Caroline you stand by the water
In my troubled mind
And I can’t turn the boat around
Can’t turn the boat around
When they’d stolen his spirit they took off his chains
Pardoned his theft on condition he stayed
This strange place was home now to a free broken man
As the bounty sailed on to the great southern land
With her face pale as the moon
Cold like a silver spoon
And sweet Mary-Anne old Irelands fair daughter
Take these rough hands
Maybe help turn the boat around
Help turn the boat around
On the land of the serpent, dreaming time
They made love to each other making new blood new lines
I am a daughter now of this land
Where deep native waters met oceans of sand
Some nights the quiet moon
Shines like that silver spoon
And sweet Caroline you stand by the water
Like a ghost in my mind
As the boats keep on sailing in
We can’t turn the boats around
No we can’t turn the boats around
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8. |
Bigger Picture
03:32
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Bigger picture © Kym Pitman
Your daddy’s gone where the grass is greener
Your daddy’s gone he says the grass is green there
Your daddy’s gone …left his fields a-burning
But hey sister
There’s a bigger picture
No don’t you cry…
Your Mumma wails now like a broken bird
Your Mumma's wailing like her wings are broken
Your Mumma wails like a broken bird
But hey sister
There’s a bigger picture
No don’t you cry…
The devil stole your sweet young heart
That devil stole your precious heart
The devil stole your sweet young heart
But hey sister
There’s a bigger picture
No don’t you cry… for a more perfect world
When those dark old nights… come closing in
Time is still a friend …Stays with you ‘til the very end
And he’ll go with you now to where those fields are burning
There you can leave those broken wings
Steal your heart back from the devil
And stand tall sister in the bigger picture
No don’t you cry
No don’t you cry … for a more perfect world
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9. |
Right Before Our Eyes
05:01
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Right before our eyes © Kym Pitman
I watch the falling rain - everywhere I see
Changing the course of the river
Right before my eyes
Shifting stone and shifting sand
It’s washed out my crossing and taken my land
Should I leave now, should I wait it out
Land grows tired and parched - wind tears at my life
Changing the way of country
Right before our eyes
Sun bleached bones and lifting soil
Turn the sky to dust - all our work our toil
Should we leave now, should we wait it out
If it’s not flood its drought
Fire roars from hell - steals the summer sky
Changing the meaning of Christmas
Right before our eyes
And those who can - flee burning dreams
This great grey land - not as it seemed
Should we leave now - should we fight it out
If it’s not flood its fire and drought
Can we find a way - sort this out
We’ve still got time but it’s running out
The heat’s getting hotter - wet’s getting wetter –
The South’s getting drier - sea’s coming higher
Ice is getting thinner - there’s no winners now
Here at the mercy of the land
We’ve gotta move together like shifting sand
And find a way to work it out - see what we can do without
Find a way all together
For our children
For their children and their children and their children’s children…...
For the creatures - the forest - flowers - rivers and the oceans
For the stories and a thousand generations dancing this land
For the wildness - glaciers - reefs - the beauty
For the colours and the wonder - love and a sense of peace on earth
For the children
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10. |
Wild River
04:51
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Wild River © Kym Pitman
Time comes ‘round like it always does
Then we shine bright like the stars
So take my hand - walk home with me
Like dust to that old desert - like rain falling to the sea
Run wild river run
You’re the only one just keeps on living
no matter what else has fallen
Sing your song like you always do
You sing right inside of us and we’ll sing along beside you
And hand in hand you walk me home
While you keep singing wild river we’ll never be alone
Run wild river run
You’re the only one just keeps on living
no matter what else has fallen
And hand in hand you walk me home
You keep singing wild river with the stars
You’re the only one just keeps on living
Keep on living
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11. |
Impermanence
04:26
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IMPERMANENCE © KYM PITMAN
Impermanence is looking through my eyes
I’m Walking through the shopping centre dressed in some disguise
Searching hard for things to own so I don’t have to be alone
And there’ll be things that I can hold on to
Oh but when this paint wears off
And these fancy rags turn to ragged cloth
Impermanence parades in faded colours
Like a veil between two worlds Oh so fine
Knows not time
Falling like leaves
Fermenting sweet like wine
Unfolding from the earth just like a ghost gum strong and tall
There’s times you see it face to face and times it’s hardly there at all
Beauty of the earth threatened by madness and despair
And the weariness of things to do - to have -to own - to want - to lose
While impermanence is weeping from our eyes
Tears of salty rivers running dry
Transience of simple things
take me home on stirring wind
On song of bird - on pretty stone…light on water
Like a veil between two worlds Oh so fine
Knows not time
Formless as the love inside us
With presence we’ll not be divided
Unfolding from the earth just like a forest strong and tall
There’s times you see it face to face and times it’s hardly there at all
May we learn to love how this place unites the grace that we have in us all
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12. |
Deep Water
03:40
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DEEP WATER © Kym Pitman
When a child comes to you Like Jesus said
Would you give him a stone when he’s asking you for bread
And when a man stumbles ashore with only sweat upon his skin
Would you take him to an island - build a cage and fence him in
Rub salt in his wounds - send him back out to deep water
There’s a woman on the news, war etched into her face
Lines of fear and grief - she’s been degraded and displaced
And the face behind the wire - could be anyone
What if it was your grandchild - your mother or your son
Rub salt in their wounds - send them back out to deep water
oooh
We used to welcome strangers - sleep them closest to the hearth
Keep them safe from danger - now it’s hardened in our hearts
You can feel the nation tremble - you can smell the nations fear
When strangers cry for refuge - say no - you can’t stay here.
Our pity is forbidden and their sufferings denied
We’re not allowed to see them now - out of sight and out of mind
They can just sink or swim - now they’re back out in - deep water
oooh
And what of moral obligation - decency and fairness
Mercy and compassion - dignity - awareness
So turn back your heart Sir - while still there may be time
Denying our humanity don’t make for peace of mind
oooh
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13. |
Waking Up
04:51
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Kym Pitman NSW, Australia
Kym Pitman is a soulful poet and songwriter with a haunting voice. She evokes a sense of ecological connection masterfully pertinent to our times, enchanting audiences across Australia and beyond. Kym and her band gently unveil the waiting places of the heart, weaving delightful and evocative landscapes to carry the songs home... ... more
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