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Ready For Party - Sudden Rush

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THE SHADOW IN THE LONG WHITE CLOUD - Collective Shadow / Aotearoa

Aotearoa dreams on a bed of smouldering stones, where Taupo's caldera holds 
its ancient breath. Collective shadow explores how nations deny historical 
trauma—"pohutukawa roots crack colonial foundations, each broken stone a 
small death of indigenous dreams." Volcanic imagery as psychological 
diagnosis. When Ruaumoko stirs with unspoken rage, denied collective 
trauma demands reckoning.

Psychedelic punk-folk with Māori ceremonial elements. Rebellious and sacred.

From "Breakfast with Jung: Chapter 2 - The Shadow"
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💿 Support the work      📖 Geology meets psychology

The Shadow in the Long White Cloud   (Lyrics)

Aotearoa dreams on a bed of smouldering stones,
where Taupo's caldera holds its ancient breath -
its heart a pounamu of unspoken truths,
black and gleaming with night-sweat confessions.
In Rotorua's steaming pools, guilt rises like mist,
where Whakarewarewa's breath scalds the conscience clean.
Māori guides, their faces mapped with moko,
sing histories that bleed into the sulphurous air.

People will do anything, no matter how absurd
to avoid facing their own souls.

Wellington's wind howls through Thorndon's graves,
carrying the cries of forgotten chiefs across Te Aro.
The Beehive hums, a hive of shadow-bees
making bitter honey from the flowers of discontent,
while beneath Lambton Quay, old bones shift
in their concrete tombs, restless with remembering.

People will do anything, no matter how absurd
to avoid facing their own souls.

Auckland's glass towers pierce Queen Street's sky,
their obsidian teeth gnawing at ancestral clouds.
In Britomart's chrome cafes, executives sip flat whites
bitter with memory, while pohutukawa roots
crack colonial foundations - each broken stone
a small death of indigenous dreams.
From Maungakiekie's scarred summit,
the long white cloud darkens to indigo,
pregnant with the weight of silenced voices.


People will do anything, no matter how absurd
to avoid facing their own souls.

When will this land birth its hidden self,
screaming its pain to the Matariki stars,
their seven lights piercing our collective night?
A tremor grows beneath motorway and marae,
a people's voice rising through concrete canyons.

Ruaumoko, god of earthquakes,
stirs in his earthen cradle,
fault lines crackling with unspoken rage,
ready to dance our spirits into new shapes.

From Maungakiekie's scarred summit,
the long white cloud darkens to indigo,
pregnant with the weight of silenced voices.

In the gloaming, Tui sing laments in Titirangi,
while in city parks, kereru drop purple tears
on the graves of trees we forgot to mourn.

Listen—beneath Te-Moana-nui-a-Kiwa,
Tangaroa's heart drums like a war party,
each beat a prophecy of rising seas.
While we sleep in our concrete dreams,
all our shadows turn to salt.

People will do anything, no matter how absurd
to avoid facing their own souls.

Listen—beneath Te-Moana-nui-a-Kiwa,
Tangaroa's heart drums like a war party,
each beat a prophecy of rising seas.
While we sleep in our concrete dreams,
all our shadows turn to salt.
 


The Shadow in the Long White Cloud

Lahaina Grown - Lahaina Grown

Skillinjah - Ms. Light Brown

Skillinjah's New Album "Reality"
Is Now Out On ITunes!


Skillinjah - Boom Collie

Produced by: 19Mile Productions
Written by: The Steppas

The Steppas

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LYRICS:

And She didn’t know how to tell him
She was In love with a Rasta Man
Fire was burning and Burning
To let out what she was holding In

I know her story before she say it
Daddy just want her Co-operate
Find somebody that’s corporate 
Suit and Tie more appropriate
Him say him naa make him daughter stray
But reggae music she start fi play it
Ital food when she sort her plate
Militant yute wah she want fi date
And that is what she need
Marcus Garvey she start fi read
Hair stop comb and it start look neat
SO him want keep her off the street from who she with
And that be me
More than a natty head is what she see
NO lovers leap is not for me
And she nuh waa keep it a secret but she cant tell him who she sleep with


And she wants to be free 
From all this captivity 
So she’ll be who she will be
They cant tell her who she need
They cant tell her who she want  who she can’t
She talk her owner chant chart her owner path 
And follow her owner heart
Call me over her own apartment
Now as I answer the phone that’s the tone she start with
She know say she don’t fi part with 
One Like I even though so much impart it
So she haffi do her owner thing
Cause she can never live life for them
Knowing that she would look back when
To the time weh she couldn’t explain to him cause then

Rasta Love ft. Ky-mani Marley

Hawaiian Souljah - 1893

Empress Love 
The Love Shack EP Feb 2013

The Love Shack

Empress Love

From the album La Si Dah released by Easy Star Records (2013).

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