Bijdetijds

Speellijst

• Stephen Leek – Kondalilla
• Christine McCombe
  – Power in Stillness
  – A Lexicon of Dreams
• Luke Speedy-Hutton
  – Fern Hill  1
  – Fern Hill 2
  – Unspoken
• Tom Henry – Gagudju Man
  – This Earth
  – Sacred
  – Retrun to Earth

Teksten

Stephen Leek – Kondallila

Ouyen watches the whispers of time,

Passing over the black water in the breeze.

Ouyen listens,

Hidden in the shadows

Counting the splashes and tracing the dream.

Christine McCombe – Power in Stillness

There is a power, In stillness, In silence, In waiting

Looking up to the sky, Feeling the earth below,

Standing in awe, And silence

Listening

There is a power, In stillness, In silence, In waiting

Listening, To the spaces between trees

As we stand And breathe

Finding the quiet within

There is a power, In stillness, In silence, In waiting

Remembering, That we can stand alone

And still be connected

Like the quiet language of trees

Beneath the surface, Their roots entwined

Reaching out and holding strong

There is a power, In stillness, In silence, In waiting.

Christine McCombe – A Lexicon of Dreams

Wings, A dream of wings.

A bird, I am flying.

Looking down At tree tops

A forest of tree tops.

I see a clearing, A path, leading somewhere …

I dream I am in a boat On a wide river,

Being carried along by its current.

A wide river, leading out to sea.

I am a boat, Alone in the ocean.

Floating away from shore.

A dream of stairs, Endless stairs

Like Piranesi or Escher, Going up and up

But never ascending.

There is a door. I open it.

Limitless blue, The sky opens up before me.

I dream of a ladder,

Like Jacob dreamed of a ladder Reaching up

Rung after rung, Higher and higher I climb.

And like Jacob I hear a voice, saying

‘I am with you. I will not leave you.’

I hear birds, Music.

Luke Speedy-Hutton – Fern Hill

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,

The night above the dingle starry,

Time let me hail and climb

Golden in the heydays of his eyes,

And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns

And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves

Trail with daisies and barley

Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns

About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,

In the sun that is young once only,

Time let me play and be

Golden in the mercy of his means,

And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves

Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,

And the sabbath rang slowly

In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay

Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air

And playing, lovely and watery

And fire green as grass.

And nightly under the simple stars

As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,

All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars

Flying with the ricks, and the horses

Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white

With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all

Shining, it was Adam and maiden,

The sky gathered again

And the sun grew round that very day.

So it must have been after the birth of the simple light

In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm

Out of the whinnying green stable

On to the fields of praise.

Tom Henry – This earth

This earth I never damage. I look after.

This ground and this earth, like brother and mother.

Earth. Like your father or brother or mother,

because you born from earth. You (got to) come back to earth.

We come from earth, bones. We go to earth, ashes

Tom Henry – Sacred

Our story is in the land. It is written in those sacred places.

Dreaming place… We can’t break law.

No-one can walk close to those sacred places.

Dreaming place…sacred places.

…secret place (not small. Secret place is biggest one.

Everywhere. Powerful.

… something underneath, (under) the ground

Tom Henry – Return to earth

This ground and this earth, like brother and mother.

Like your father or brother or mother,

because you born from earth. You got to come back to earth.

When I die I become earth [again]. I’ll be buried here.

I’ll be with my brother, my mother.

My spirit has gone back to my country,

my mother.

Luke Speedy-Hutton – Unspoken

Not for a single moment did I imagine that this solemn and awful duty

would one day fall to me*.

These two men are laying down their lives in mankind’s most noble goal

the search for truth and understanding.

The enemy is not the soldier with his rifle nor even the airman prowling

the skies above our cities and towns, but the deadly power of abused

technology.

In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the

constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are

epic men of flesh and blood. Fate has ordained that the men who went

on the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace.

They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned

by their nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will

be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the

unknown.

It is this close bond of family life that must be our greatest defence against

the unknown. Now this madness of war is once more spreading through

the world.

Every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will

know that there is no hope for their recovery … know that here is some

corner of another world that is forever mankind.

As we strive together to fight off the new evil, let us pray for our country

and men of good will wherever they may be. God bless you all.