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Stranger on My Own Graun 2 by J E Banta Rased

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Stranger on My Own Graun 2 by J E Banta Rased - Folk,both vocals music cover art

Stranger on My Own Graun 2

Folk,both vocals

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(Verse 1) I remember the river, how it sang me to sleep Tucked in the green blanket, secrets it would keep Papa’s hand on my shoulder, his voice low and deep He’d say, “Pikinini, this graun, it breathes with our blood From the soil comes the kaukau, from the mountain, the flood This is our story, our spirit, our good.” We’d watch the sun bleed behind the great cassowary’s crest And I knew in my small bones that my whole world was blessed.
(Chorus) But you sold the graves of our tumbuna for a pocket of coins You traded our birthright for what money purloins You sold our stories and our future, you severed the joins And now I’m a stranger on my own home soil A ghost in the garden of my own sweat and toil This God-given right, a name in a coil Of paper and promises, a life you could win But you broke the whole chain, just so you could begin.
(Verse 2) Now the birds of paradise have nowhere to dance Just the scream of a chainsaw, a cold, metal fence Where our spirit house stood, there’s not even a glance We live by the highway in a house made of tin The dust gets in my throat, the city noise gets in You count all your money, and you wear a wide grin But I see the hollow, the thing you can’t hide When you look at the mountain with nothing inside.
(Chorus) 'Cause you sold the graves of our tumbuna for a pocket of coins You traded our birthright for what money purloins You sold our stories and our future, you severed the joins And now I’m a stranger on my own home soil A ghost in the garden of my own sweat and toil This God-given right, a name in a coil Of paper and promises, a life you could win But you broke the whole chain, just so you could begin.
(Bridge) Oh, tumbuna of the jungle, can you hear my small plea? The whispers of the ancestors, do they still talk to me? Or did their voices die out when you sold them the key? Mama, Papa, was the Kina so bright? Did it blind you completely to our sacred light? Did you think a full wallet would make everything right? You gave me a life, but you took away my ground And in all of this silence, it’s the loudest sound.
(Guitar solo, sorrowful and searching, with the faint sound of a distant kundu drum beat fading in and then out)
(Chorus - Softer, more broken) You sold the graves of our tumbuna for a pocket of coins... You traded our birthright... for what money purloins... You sold our stories... our future... you severed the joins... And now I’m a stranger on my own home soil... A ghost in the garden of my own sweat and toil... This God-given right, a name in a coil... Of paper and promises... a life you could win... But you broke... the whole chain...
(Outro) (Guitar fades to a single, held note) I stand by the fence post... And I whisper your names... to the rain... Mama... Papa... ...was it worth the pain?
(Silence)
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