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Music, By Xavier Rudd

I’m sitting at home this morning listening to the music of Xavier Rudd, and I’ll post two of songs with the lyrics below. Enjoy his words and his music, he’s an outstanding artist from my local area here, Geelong. Oh, yes, dear readers, the Plumber is going to work soon.

Xavier Rudd Lyrics

“Home”

Streets full of people
With trinkets to share
Offering them up for folks in despair
Yandi and crystals and oils for growth
Of spirit and body and mind as we go

Emphasis placed on the body and mind
The heart os often somewhere behind
Strange

Tiny little bones of the innocent child
Lookin’ up at me with the saddest of eyes
Is her innocence in tact?
Or has it been stained?
Has the creature that feeds her taken it away
Strange
So sad it’s strange

I recognize my health
Things I have been dealt
Places that I have roamed
Feelings I’ve had
Things that I know

Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, I’m home

Running through the bush
And all of the trees
Moving in time with my capable speed
Skippy ants claw
At the edge of the bowl
Of the shell of an egg
Of bird long since gone
Maybe it rose up
To spread it’s new wings
Or maybe it nourished
A stronger sibling
Strange

Places we roam
And people we meet
Some connections are strong
And some of them are weak
1 or 2 or 3 or 4
Or maybe 5 or 6 or more
Strong as the roots
Of a big old gum tree
And we’ll carry them through
To the next life we see
Strange
So beautifully strange

Recognize my health
Things that i have been dealt
Places that i have roamed
Feelings i’ve had
Things that i know

Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, i’m home

https://youtu.be/pD2Xhzv_8-4

Xavier Rudd Lyrics

“Creating A Dream”

Imagine every whale was free to roam
Imagine if the trees could tell us where to go
Imagine that the sun could fill each lonely heart
Imagine confrontation never got a start

Imagine things were always crystal clear
Imagine if the mind never interfered
Imagine we could fly with broken wings
Imagine if the heart could shed its skin

Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream

Imagine sacred sites were left to be
Imagine if true activists controlled TV
Imagine Captain Watson had the final say
Imagine if industry just had to obey

Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream

And there’s no Xavier Rudd music without listening to his magnificent classic “Spirit Bird”

https://youtu.be/TmxSxKxBbQE

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As the crow flies

I’m only a stone’s throw away

From here to beyond the skies

Out to the universe’s Milky-way

Where my dream never dies

I’ll keep dreaming

Until I burst at the seams

Drowning all doubters

In my custard and cream

Don’t misjudge my usefulness

Worn is not torn

With love and tenderness

Worn can be reborn

Your spear is the size of a harpoon

Plunging into my tethered heart

Take my leftover hand

Die with me

Burn our crosses

We’ll apply to the devil for a restart

Whispering Wind

I hear the wind whistling in the trees

Rustic sounds of rustling leaves

Swirling down through the branches

Prancing colourful dancers

Faery’s of the forest floor

Mother nature’s spiritual encores

I hear the wind applause for more

Seasonal breezes carrying pollen spores

Germinating ancient lands over the eons

Eden’s garden of blossom and vines

Serving our tables full of apples and wines

I hear the wind whispering memories and rhymes

Home Is The Air I Breathe

welcome to our home
the house of rustic timber and stone
home is where my heart is now
and now I live here alone
but I’m cosy and comfortable
wearing the same old shoes
talking and walking her every mile
she’s in every covering stone
she’s in the marrow of my bones
we share the air I breathe
inhaling her gracious spirit
capturing her living essence
absorbing her love into my blood
flowing through my pumping veins
cascading upon my open heart
caressing my solitary core
embracing our glorious souls as one

Soul Mates And Stormy Seas

Three decades I cared for her
My loving wife
Tending to her sorrowful erosions
We sailed many stormy Seas together
Crashing waves upon crushing waves
She was battered
I was torn
Miraculously we survived
Our wounded hearts grew closer
I admired her courage and grace
I worshipped her unabated love
Then her finality occurred
Our souls have never parted
Entwined, the same as when we started

Where Is Their Tomorrow

I eat, I drink, I sleep

I casually dream of yesterday’s

I Shamefully wonder about tomorrow’s

I’m walking along my sunny street

I’m alive and free as a bird

But I’m anxiously emotional about tomorrow

Will the children wake-up without crying

Will the children see sunlight today

Will the children be with their parents tomorrow

Where are the mindless sleeping

Where are their consciences today

Where are their lies going tomorrow

I’m In Pieces After The Crash

In my hand I hold a beam

The smallest of silver screens

Reflecting my hidden dreams

My pocket mirror of silent screams

Shamefully I’m blushing blood red

Deeply scolding myself instead

Selfishly my crash is but a drop in the ocean

Seeing rivers of crushed tears dripping from the children

Children alone, yet to be reunited

Children trashed and yet unsighted

My Rural Town

WEEKLY PROMPTS, PHOTO CHALLENGE

Our Photo Challenge is , Bucolic

I live on the out-skirts of Geelong, and the city is a reasonable size with a population of 240,000. But here I am, virtually on the town’s northwestern back fence, and only a dead-end dirt road is outside my front door.

The back fences of north-west Geelong The dirt lane outside my home.

At the end of my dirt lane is a walking path that I use frequently. I can walk to my favourite coffee venue, The Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe, set in a rustic homestead with a beautiful view over the Moorabool River Valley. Attached link is a poem about the cafe. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/cheeky-magpie/

The view over the Moorabool Valley Sunset along the walking path

The featured image at the beginning of the post is of our local mountain ranges, called the You-Yangs. Here the picture is taken from Geelong’s Eastern Park/Botanical Gardens, looking across Corio Bay towards the You-Yangs.

A Slide-show of pictures from around our City By The Bay

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