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Raven
06:25
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I may not ever see you breathe again
you came into my life on Atlantic flight
and now I stare - I'm staring at the sea
in case your heart skips a beat and you are gone from me
Diving down to earth from streetlight
your ruffled feathers fold like linen at night
Speak like there's no consequence in the back seat of a cab
we're flying through the city
stepping in one door and out the other
beat our wings together with the band
and we all squawk at once - talking with our hands
Diving down to earth from streetlight
your ruffled feathers fold like linen at night
I can hear that something
is flying above me
maybe it's my other life
black and beautiful in flight
in code, in code, in code
That fierce, strong, kind environmentalist has gone and we're still raving on the dancefloor to the raging techno beat
the protest boats go on into hostile waters
but no one's listening, the sweat is glistening from the backs of cross dressers
stomping in high heels
she throws her head around in circles
welcome to her stiletto
Diving down to earth from streetlight
a tiny blip becomes a landslide - I can feel that
something big is circling around me
clumps of steel are falling from a great height
I say your children they will be alright
maybe it's their other life
bold and beautiful in flight
to become raven
to become raven
to become raven
to become raven
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In a dream, I was a prize fighter in a ring
flailing about until I came crashing down on the canvas
flamboyantly like an empty orchestra
Baby, stop pushing yourself away from the landing
Baby, stop pushing yourself in the opposite direction
Baby, baby, baby you're all tied up in knots
like you're trying to type a letter in boxing gloves
Once I went out walking to find what I had lost
the people all would tell me
they'd say "don't make a scene"
Taken from right under my eyes
like a lost bird on a cold, stormy night
it's hard to believe we're all suckers for love
at daybreak I'll be rubbing my eyes
to prove that I wasn't surprised
to be taken so easily
When I was young, I would listen
to the bass playing through the wall
the frequencies would guide me
from my dreaming state
Taken from right under my eyes
like a lost bird on a cold, stormy night
it's hard to believe we're all suckers for love
at daybreak I'll be rubbing my eyes
to prove that I wasn't surprised
to be taken so easily
It doesn't matter from where you came
be it one wheel, one bag, one train
we come together then pivot away
on a blue dust, blue dust trail
At daybreak I'll be rubbing my eyes
to prove that I wasn't surprised
to be taken
taken
taken so easily
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3. |
Starless Rivers
05:31
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4. |
flailing about
05:54
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Raven (Paddy Free remix)
04:43
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Christine White Auckland, New Zealand
Christine White is a singer-songwriter/performer/composer with a degree in Sonic Arts composition (Honours) from Victoria
University in Wellington, New Zealand.
She has performed extensively in New Zealand as a soloist, in the duo Taniwha (with Hinemoana Baker), and with the tour Voices of our Ancestors (with Ariana Tikao and Mahina Kaui).
She has also composed for theatre and film.
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