Better In Blak

Better In Blak (triple j Like A Version)

History Eraser

History Eraser (triple j Like A Version)

A powerful tribal folk-rock anthem exploring how rugby at Auckland's Eden Park becomes an archetypal ritual of collective consciousness. Forty-eight thousand souls unite in primal gathering, revealing how modern sports activate ancient patterns of tribal belonging. The song traces the journey from individual arrival through explosive haka moments to collective roar, examining how contemporary sporting events echo humanity's deepest communal instincts and transform ordinary spectators into a unified tribal organism through shared ritual experience. From Chapter one of my upcoming book - "Breakfast with Jung" The Collective Unconscious 

Eden Park

The stadium swallows us like hungry sharks
Forty-eight thousand souls in its concrete belly
Corporate boxes become crow's nests
In this landlocked ship of dreams
Tāne's birds circle overhead, sensing
The energy building below, someone starts
A Mexican wave, watch how we rise and fall
One body moved by unseen tides

The haka erupts, and forty-eight thousand spines
Recognise this cellular memory of challenge
Across the field, South Africa answers
Two tribes, old foes, eternal dance partners

The ball arcs high, a leather moon
Pulling at the ocean of our being
We surge and sway, one voice now
All private selves dissolved in collective roar

Between heartbeats, centuries collapse
We become every ancestor who ever gathered
Their blood singing through our veins
As the ball bounces across modern battlefields

In this concrete crucible of consciousness
Business suits dissolve into war paint
Briefcases transform to shields, look how
History writes itself in sweat and thunder

When the final whistle screams
We'll return to our separate skins
But something of this tribal knowing
Will pulse in our blood like a second heart

Night falls, stadium lights pierce darkness
Like ancient fires, we carry home
More than memories, our cells have learned
Yet again what they never really forgot

When the Party's Over (triple j Like a Version)

Cub Sport