DIGGING MAN

 

Little digging man

Sand spade, won’t you dig right down.

 

Carve your way right back to an age of stone

Stripping the layers beseech the naked bone

Stories better left untold (you will)   

Uncover a relic dressed in gold

 

It’s an ambush

 

CHORUS:

I wouldn’t dig if I were you

Just trust me don’t mess with that taboo

 

You gotta wonder who

Would let a frozen feather cause a ruffle

The keys to evolution should not be found

She never meant them for glass cases

 

They’re not on show

 

CHORUS:

I wouldn’t dig if I were you

Just trust me don’t mess with that tapu

You and your forbidden fruit.

 

Ahhhhhhh

 

CHORUS

 

 

©2002 – Troy Kingi, Blair Millar, Brogan May & Adam Strawbridge

 

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AGAIN

 

New eyes, neutral mind

That everything will change

To and fro, the prevailing winds will blow

But always to the sun (he’ll go)

And to branch out is the only way to grow

Remain individual, just stop

Categorizing following the anti flowing dismal typicality

Just be me

 

CHORUS:

Coming back is like I’m waking from a dream

It’s waking up like you’ve never seen before

A distant memory a glimpse of something more

Next time around your make ability will soar.

 

As spent as the day subsides your perpetual

Monotonous life every day is the same

You know you wanted more (than what you see)  

But to start now would be frivolous unobtainable obscene

 

CHORUS:

Coming back is like I’m waking from a dream

It’s waking up like you’ve never seen before

A distant memory a glimpse of something more

Next time around your make ability will soar.

 

Will soar, take off and find your way

But not like they say

 

CHORUS

 

 

©2002 – Troy Kingi, Blair Millar, Brogan May & Adam Strawbridge

 

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UNEDUCATED FAME

 

Unknowing of the outcomes life forbids

I’m searching for inner peace

It’s not as easy as the sun

That’s why I stole my life away

I’m asking why it seems like there’s something out there for me

Something I don’t understand it’s out there its waiting for us

Beyond this…

 

CHORUS:

I’m moving on

So my life can grow

Shouting silence (through broken glass)

My hope lies in uneducated fame

 

With anger I stride for tomorrow is coming fast

It never

Can somebody notice we constantly seek full meaning

The friendly

Crying in shame trying in vain

The horizon is further than the sea

 

CHORUS:

I’m moving on

So my life can grow

Shouting silence (through broken glass)

My hope lies in uneducated fame

 

They’re saying impossible the stars will deceive

I want to see it now

A king with no crown

A priest with no faith on a Sunday

The light will shine and show the way

 

I need this x 4

 

CHORUS

 

Our time will come…..

 

 

©2002 – Troy Kingi, Blair Millar, Brogan May & Adam Strawbridge

 

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