Ohlo Lungwo Lungwoi
Ohlo Lungwo Wei
Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo
Ohlo Lungwo Wei
The Bird Tribes are rising
Ka old soul
Oh it is written
The Ancient Ones will rise again
I bow in complete recognition
The Bird Tribes are rising
Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo
Ohlo Lungwo Wei
The Bird Tribes are rising
Ka Old Soul
It is legend
The Ancient Ones will rise again
See my soul of different colours
See my feathers worn from within
Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo
Ohlo Lungwo Wei
The Bird Tribes are rising
Oh come sit by this fire
Warm the seeds you’ve sewn
Time travellers how far we have flown
Are we not birds of the same feather?
Is this not prophecy?
I rise up for I remember
All of Creation
Is inside of me
Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo
Ohlo Lungwo Wei
The Bird Tribes are rising.
These days, I have become a collector,
Tender of the flimsy, yellow, and still…
Putting one foot in front of the other,
I take the formless to heart; and I fill
Pots with dirt and myself with cold white wine.
Utterly beside the point in straw hat
And fussing with flowers, I am consigned
Neither to here nor there, to this and that.
Long since the Furies cried, I’ve been alone
For gods don’t rejoice in the death of two.
Doggedly, like Sisyphus and his stone
I push, but second chances are so few.
When I stumble, kind eyes avert their gaze
And we fall each time I look back, these days.
Wise men say that rushing is violence
And so is your silence when it’s rooted in compliance
To stand firm in loving defiance, make art your alliance
Give voice to the fire
Move people to the beat of the wind
Gather yourself and begin to dance the song until it ends
We are winners, champions of the light
Forming in numbers and might, keep the truth close in sight
Medicine Woman, Medicine Man
Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
Medicine Woman, Medicine Man
Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
Find your teachers in the voice of the forests
Unplug, you can’t ignore this, wisdom of the voiceless
Remedies are bountiful and surround us
From the garden to the farthest, prayer made of star dust
Find your healing in the music that calls you
The voice that enthralls you, what do you belong to?
Eyes out! There’s the setting of the sun
Give thanks to each and everyone
The lesson is the Medicine Woman, Medicine Man
Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
Medicine Woman, Medicine Man
Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
I believe in bending backwards and extending
My traps trip back until the message is in action
The yard is feeding, stop stark the disbelieving
‘Cause the garden holds the shards, the medicine is in the seeds when
We hold tight to our right to protect and
We know our might is tenfold in connection
Our elders hold them bright lights, we protect them
The medicine is evident: the wolf, the hawk, the bear clan
We hold tight to our right to protect and
We know our might is tenfold in connection
Our elders hold them bright lights, we protect them
The medicine is evident: the wolf, the hawk, the
Medicine Woman, Medicine Man
Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
Medicine Woman, Medicine Man
Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Leah Smith / Chloe Smith
I would turn on the TV but it’s so embarrassing
To see all the other people I don’t know what they mean
And it was magic at first when they spoke without sound
But now this world is gonna hurt you better turn that thing down
Turn it around
“It wasn’t me”, says the boy with the gun
“Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done
Cause life’s been killing me ever since it begun
You cant blame me cause I’m too young”
“You can’t blame me sure the killer was my son
But I didn’t teach him to pull the trigger of the gun
It’s the killing on this TV screen
You cant blame me its those images he seen”
Well “You can’t blame me”, says the media man
Well “I wasn’t the one who came up with the plan
I just point my camera at what the people want to see. Man it’s a two way mirror and you cant blame me”
“You can’t blame me”, says the singer of the song
Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on. “It’s only entertainment and as anyone can see
The smoke machines and makeup and you cant fool me”
It was you it was me it was every man
We’ve all got the blood on our hands
We only receive what we demand
And if we want hell then hells what well have
And I would turn on the TV
But it’s so embarrassing
To see all the other people
I don’t even know what they mean
And it was magic at first
But let everyone down
And now this world is gonna hurt
You better turn it around
Turn it around
And the original:
My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is woolly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Aunt Sarah
My name is Aunt Sarah, Aunt Sarah
My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me?
My name is Saffronia
My name is Saffronia
My skin is tan
My hair is fine
My hips invite you
My mouth like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Anyone who has money to buy
What do they call me?
My name is Sweet Thing
My name is Sweet Thing
My skin is brown
My manner is tough
I’ll kill the first mother I see
My life has been rough
I’m awfully bitter these days
‘Cause my parents were slaves
What do they call me?
My name is Peaches
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Nina Simone
All the old programming
All the habitual patterns that no longer serve the higher interest
All the relationships that seem to gravitate toward the hurtful and negative … words, energies and actions
All the chaos and drama
All the old expectations
All the old agreements no longer fueling higher visions and dreams
All the dark thoughts, keeping the mind, energy and body stagnated in lower vibration
Examine your life, and release all things not utilized
In their place, pour in Love, Kindness and Compassion
Respectfully
With Honor and integrity
With Morality
For Self
And for others
Be good to You
Heal
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