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  1. Blackbirds

From the album That Which Lasts

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Lyrics

Australia's slave history is not widely known nor accepted.
The Pacific Islanders who were stolen to work as slaves in Far North Queensland on the cane fields have been given little acknowledgment in our history books. This is part of our nation's hidden history. This was the practice of Blackbirding.

I'm tired
I'm messy
I'm loosing my mind
I'm broken
I'm bleeding
I'm screaming at time
With a head full of weather
And a mouth full of dust
This lock on my cage has started to rust


Black Bird
Why do you Cry
Black Bird
Why do you Cry
Black Bird
Why do you Cry
Black Bird
Why do you Cry
Cry Cry



I'm hidden
I'm cold
I'm lost in the dark
I'll bleeding
I'll falling
I am the dealers mark
with my bones scraping earth
I scream to the wind
I am burning to rid my skin of your sin
skin of your sin