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Twinned Spirits
02:51
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Tied to the spirit is tied to the land
Tied to the spirit is tied to the land
Tied to the spirit is tied to the sea
Tied to the spirit is tied to the sea
Twinned spirit tied to the land
Think of your feet on wet sand
Sun goes up, sun comes down
Salt soaked in tears, sweat and sea
Hold on or swim if you can
Sun goes up, sun comes down
Are we drifting in the right way?
The stars seem awfully dark.
Sun goes up, sun comes down
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Concrete Jungle Gym
03:07
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Carried over shoulders are backpacks full of hope, wishes and good intentions
Climbing under and over limb
Through the places we have been
We were old before we were even born.
Hoping nobody bats an eye when we disappear.
All the world we afford, for a breath of air.
Fill my lungs, wash away, wash away the fears.
Pencil drawings scribbled fault lines on the map
Nine years old and old enough to take a leap
Tired of running jumping through this concrete jungle gym
We’ve become another photo of the latest tragedy
We were old before we were even born.
Hoping nobody bats an eye when we disappear.
We are not fit to play on the trampoline.
We will trip on our way, fall and scrape our knees.
Time to grief, time to pray,
But now it’s time to be…
Time to breathe, time to play,
But now it’s time to be…
Healed
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BaBa
04:06
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Where are you from? Where are you really from?
Faces | Braces | Laces | Traces | Places | Graces | Spaces | Races
Hello | Mellow | Marrow | Narrow | Barrel | Shallow | Sallow | Fallow | Hallow | Below
My daddy, he’s an astronaut. He’s flying through the air.
He’s so young and so scared. He’s scared.
My daddy, he called yesterday. Asked if we were good.
Said that we just should behave.
Where are you from? Where are you really from?
My daddy, he is Santa Clause. He comes home once a year.
Put gifts under the tree for me.
My daddy, he called yesterday. There’s not much left to say.
Been gone for so many days.
Where are you from? Where are you really from?
My daddy...
Flying through the air
Comes home once a year
My daddy...
My daddy...
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BUSY
01:52
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Racing through this jungle with these animals
There’s only time to die, but no time to be sick
Out with, Out with the old. Fortune favours the bold
There’s only time to die, but no time to be sick
Let me tell you how busy I am. How busy telling you, I am so busy telling you I’m busy.
Let me tell you how busy I am. How busy telling you, I am too busy to tell you I'm busy.
Let me tell you how busy I am. How busy telling you, I am so busy telling you I’m busy.
Let me tell you how busy I am. How busy telling you, I am too busy to tell you I'm busy.
There’s only time to die, but no time to be sick
Busy busy building a
Busy busy building a
Busy busy building a
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Obedience and Virtue
04:06
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A hand, an eye, a smile, a cry,
tiny bodies sold to feed a family
Baby girls in baskets
Waiting under willow tree
Crying for the birds and
For your generosity
I will wait, wait for you, do whatever you want me to
Travel across the peaceful sea, learn a language I cannot speak
Thousand golden pieces for a lifetime of binded feet
Ancient piece of jade
Hanging heavy on my chest
Beckons me to
Observe my wifely virtues
I will wait, wait for you, do whatever you want me to
Travel across the peaceful sea, learn a language I cannot speak
Pious daughter
Loyal wife
Dedicated mother
Generations of
Obedience will break our backs
So many questions
Waiting for us to unpack
I will wait, wait for you, do whatever you want me to
Travel across the peaceful sea, learn a language I cannot speak
Cannot speak
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In Perpetuity
02:59
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i miss you
02:37
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I miss you
I miss you sitting on the porch.
Sipping songs, and drinking thoughts
When the smoke settle, I wonder how
Song birds fly so far far away
I am not there but I am with you
I miss you
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8. |
Everywhere But Home
02:55
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Thirteen different dreams fitting into hundred square-feet
Every new opportunity offers certain uncertainties
So much pride just to forget the relations we've never met
We have been everywhere
Everywhere but home
We have been together and
Together and alone
Marching to brand new prosperities
So much left to learn
Making our way from our humble home
Leave behind our past
So much pride just to forget the relations we've never met
We have been everywhere
Everywhere but home
We have been together and
Together and alone
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Nancy Tam Vancouver, British Columbia
Nancy Tam (譚亦斯):
Sound Artist working and living on the unceded territories of the Sḵwx̱wú7mesh, Musqueam and Tsleil- Waututh Nations.
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