We Are One

I came from the dreamtime from the dusty red soil plains
I am the ancient heart, the keeper of the flame
I stood upon the rocky shore
I watched the tall ships come
For forty thousand years I’d been the first Australian.

[chorus]
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I came upon the prison ship bowed down by iron chains.
I cleared the land, endured the lash and waited for the rains.
I’m a settler.
I’m a farmer’s wife on a dry and barren run
A convict then a free man I became Australian.

[chorus]
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I’m the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I’m a child of the depression
I saw the good times come
I’m a bushy, I’m a battler
I am Australian

[chorus]
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian.

I’m a teller of stories
I’m a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira
I paint the ghostly gums
I am Clancy on his horse
I’m Ned Kelly on the run
I’m the one who waltzed Matilda
I am Australian

[chorus]
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian.

I’m the hot wind from the desert
I’m the black soil of the plains
I’m the mountains and the valleys
I’m the drought and flooding rains
I am the rock, I am the sky
The rivers when they run
The spirit of this great land
I am Australian

(chorus)
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian
I am, you are, we are Australian.

by Judith Durham

 

What am I to You?

What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blueWhen you’re feeling low
To whom else do you go
See I cry if you hurt
I’d give you my last shirt
Because I love you so

If my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
I never want to part
I’m giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you’re blue
Tell me darlin’ true
What am I to you

Yeah well if my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
Never wanna part
I’m giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don’t fill my heart with lies

I will you love when you’re blue
Tell me darlin’ true
What am I to you
What am I to you
What am I to you

One of my favourite sound by Norah Jones. Her songs are sweet, beautiful, addictive and last not least, dangerous.

My warning to others is, do not ever listen to Norah Jones while driving! Well, every time I hit something or did something to make the condition of my beloved car worse, is during the time that I listen to Norah Jones while driving. I get addicted with the romanticism of listening to those kind of songs while driving to get a better mood. However, I realised that Indonesia is the last place to accomplish that sort of romanticism (of course, with the wild roads full of impolite angkot drivers and Machiavellian motorbikes..), unlike the condition overseas where the the roads are wide with only  a few cars (very little amount of motorbikes and they would probably be Harleys, and afterall no angkot!!). So since the case I hit an angkot, Norah Jones is practically banned from my car’s CD player..

Another reason why Norah Jones’ songs are dangerous is that they can easily turn on your romantic mood.. I’m the kind of person who need a lot of efforts into liking someone, but I’m a Pisces so deep inside I have this sensitivity and romanticism inside me (hahahah, like anyone would believe that! but that’s true!).. It is annoying to get my romantic mode on, it just makes me want to hug my most beloved  and biggest teddy bear (the orange one I got for my 18th bday) and being nostalgic. It makes me remembering old lovers, stories and stupidities.. not very productive is it? (thank god I don’t do that kind of thing very often) But hey, I guess everyone does that once in a while…

Another one of my favourite songs by Norah Jones

What did you say?
I know I saw you singing
But my ears won’t stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
What did you say?End of the day
The hour hand has spun
But before the night is done
I just have to hear
Those sweet words
Spoken like a melody

All your love
Is a lost balloon
Rising up through the afternoon
‘Till it could fit on the head of a pin

Come on in
Did you have a hard time sleeping
‘Cause the heavy moon was keeping me awake
And all I know is I’m just glad to see you again

See my Love
Like a lost balloon
Rising up through the afternoon
And then you appear

What did you say?
I know what you were singing
But my ears won’t stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
And just simple melody

I just have to hear
Those sweet words
Spoken like a melody
I just wanna hear
Those sweet words…

 

Rhythm of the Rain

I haven’t listened to the song "Rhythm of the Rain" for a loooooooooooooooooonggggg long long time, until I heard it again on Sunday. Well, I went to a fitness center to accompany my Mum and there was that song being played. I know it’s not a suitable song to be played when you’re bussy sweating and exercising ^^ (I was expecting song like "It’s Raining Man" or some sort of that) but it was very delightful to hear that song after such a long time.

All Sunday, all Monday and all Tuesday I’ve been singing that song that I bore all people around me. My sister, Amanda is quite sick of that song already, but at campus Prilla and Tika accompanied me for the sing-along. Everytime it rains, I feel like singing that song. At first we thought the song was played by "The Beatles" but it was actually sang by Cascades (duh.. but it does sound like the Beatles!!). And today, after all these three days, I finally got the song!!! Oh yeah!!! (Thx to Gerry!) So yeah now I’m happy I might write the lyric down as a tribute to you!! Oh, if you want to listen to the song, I think I already changed my profile song from "Do the Whirlwind" by Architecture in Helsinki to this song…

Listen to the rythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I’ve been
I wish that if you go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again

The only girl I care about has gone away
Looking for a brand-new start
But little does she know that when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart

Rain please tell me not as that seem fair
For her to steal my heart away when she don’t care
I can’t love another when my heart’s somewhere far away

The only girl I care about has gone away
Looking for a brand-new start
But little does she know that when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart

Rain won’t you tell her that I love her so
Please as the sun has set her heart aglow
Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow

Listen to the rythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I’ve been
I wish that if you go and let me and cry in vain
And let me be alone again

Oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter Patter Pitter Patter ohhhh…

 

You’re a little late.. I’m already torn

Torn

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around
And he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn’t be that man I adored
You don’t seem to know
Or seem to care
What your heart is for
I don’t know him anymore

There’s nothin’ where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That’s what’s going on
Nothings right
I’m torn

I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn

So I guess the fortune tellers right
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now, I don’t care
I have no luck
I don’t miss it all that much
There’s just so many things
That I can’t touch
I’m torn

There’s nothin’ he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That’s what’s going on
Nothing’s right
I’m torn