Streets full of people
With trinkets to share
Offering them up for folks in despair
Yandi and crystals and oils for growth
Of spirit and body and mind as we go
Emphasis placed on the body and mind
The heart os often somewhere behind
Strange
Tiny little bones of the innocent child
Lookin up at me with the saddest of eyes
Is her innocence in tact?
Or has it been stained?
Has the creature that feeds her taken it away
Strange
So sad it's strange
I recognize my health
Things i have been dealt
Places that i have roamed
Feelings i've had
Things that i know
Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, i'm home
Running through the bush
And all of the trees
Moving in time with my capable speed
Skippy ants claw
At the edge of the bowl
Of the shell of an egg
Of bird long since gone
Maybe it rose up
To spread it's new wings
Or maybe it nourished
A stronger sibling
Strange
Places we roam
And people we meet
Some connections are strong
And some of them are weak
1 or 2 or 3 or 4
Or maybe 5 or 6 or more
Strong as the roots
Of a big old gum tree
And we'll carry them through
To the next life we see
Strange
So beautifully strange
Recognize my health
Things that i have been dealt
Places that i have roamed
Feelings i've had
Things that i know
Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, i'm home
With trinkets to share
Offering them up for folks in despair
Yandi and crystals and oils for growth
Of spirit and body and mind as we go
Emphasis placed on the body and mind
The heart os often somewhere behind
Strange
Tiny little bones of the innocent child
Lookin up at me with the saddest of eyes
Is her innocence in tact?
Or has it been stained?
Has the creature that feeds her taken it away
Strange
So sad it's strange
I recognize my health
Things i have been dealt
Places that i have roamed
Feelings i've had
Things that i know
Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, i'm home
Running through the bush
And all of the trees
Moving in time with my capable speed
Skippy ants claw
At the edge of the bowl
Of the shell of an egg
Of bird long since gone
Maybe it rose up
To spread it's new wings
Or maybe it nourished
A stronger sibling
Strange
Places we roam
And people we meet
Some connections are strong
And some of them are weak
1 or 2 or 3 or 4
Or maybe 5 or 6 or more
Strong as the roots
Of a big old gum tree
And we'll carry them through
To the next life we see
Strange
So beautifully strange
Recognize my health
Things that i have been dealt
Places that i have roamed
Feelings i've had
Things that i know
Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, i'm home
Xavier Rudd

Xavier Rudd (born 29 May 1978) is an Australian singer, songwriter, musician, and multi-instrumentalist. Several of Rudd's songs incorporate socially conscious themes, such as spirituality, humanity, environmentalism and the rights of Indigenous Australians.
"Gilgamesh, where are you roaming? The life that you are seeking you will not find. When the heavenly gods created human beings, they kept everlasting for themselves and gave us death. So, Gilgamesh, accept your fate, each day, wash your head, bathe your body, and wear clothes that are sparkling fresh. Fill your stomach with tasty food. Play, sing, dance, and be happy both night and day. Delight in the pleasures that your wife brings you, and cherish the little child who holds your hand. Make every day of your life a feast of rejoicing! This is the task that the gods have set before all human beings. This is the life you should seek, for this is the best life a mortal can hope to achieve."
BTW I love this song
"Gilgamesh, where are you roaming? The life that you are seeking you will not find. When the heavenly gods created human beings, they kept everlasting for themselves and gave us death. So, Gilgamesh, accept your fate, each day, wash your head, bathe your body, and wear clothes that are sparkling fresh. Fill your stomach with tasty food. Play, sing, dance, and be happy both night and day. Delight in the pleasures that your wife brings you, and cherish the little child who holds your hand. Make every day of your life a feast of rejoicing! This is the task that the gods have set before all human beings. This is the life you should seek, for this is the best life a mortal can hope to achieve."
bump to top (again), enjoy every sandwich folks
Always so uplifting to hear this talented, passionate musician from the surreal realm of southern Victoria... Torquay is on The Great Ocean Road, and kind of reminds me of San Diego or Santa Monica with a lot less crowding; some of the best memories of my life are of the trip I made with Melbourne Mates Geoff and Vicki to stay for several days and nights of fabulous feasting, drinking, singing, lounging, and dancing at Richard and Suzanne's gorgeous hillside house at Wye River, near Lorne, where wallabies play out front, lovebirds frolic in the bush behind, and waves crash on the beach across the road below. There was lots of lamb; it's practically as cheap as chicken is here in the US, there were gallons of delicious plonk, and stacks of VB and Tazzie brews to keep us going. Geoff was like Stephen Stills on guitar, and Suzanne had her record collection; lots of Maryanne Faithful and Linda Rondstat, I recall, and of course, there were some of the best conversations and laughs to be had on the planet; 'twas such endless fun to be a part of that bunch! Often, we'd stroll down into a pub in Lorne and blissfully drink the arvos away in lawn chairs on the grass, or we'd roll down into Apollo Bay to watch the Monk Seals and catch some beach-side cafe scenes at sunset; felt very much like Marina del Rey or Newport Beach to me, except for the all the plants and critters from another planet, and -- well, hell, I really gotta go back; 3 times exploring Oz is not enough!
Hanging out with you is on my bucket list!
When I listen to this song I picture in my mind a father, perhaps middle aged, someone who experience a lot of struggle. Someone who was very caught up in the world, fighting, ambition. A man with a lot of attachment to the outcome, and in that, suffered failure, and witnessed a great deal of pain. But he finds himself, despite himself, at home, stunned by the beauty of all the little things he had always taken for granted. Just absolutely inspiring. I hope I come home some day.
"Gilgamesh, where are you roaming? The life that you are seeking you will not find. When the heavenly gods created human beings, they kept everlasting for themselves and gave us death. So, Gilgamesh, accept your fate, each day, wash your head, bathe your body, and wear clothes that are sparkling fresh. Fill your stomach with tasty food. Play, sing, dance, and be happy both night and day. Delight in the pleasures that your wife brings you, and cherish the little child who holds your hand. Make every day of your life a feast of rejoicing! This is the task that the gods have set before all human beings. This is the life you should seek, for this is the best life a mortal can hope to achieve."
stuff like this makes the comments feature worthwhile.
Currently this great tune stands at 10.75, one day it might break the internet!!!!
7+1 based on the strength of the birds....Long Live RP!!
Maybe it's the jaded times we live in but I don't see this verse as being about good parenting
Tiny little bones of the innocent child
Lookin up at me with the saddest of eyes
Is her innocence in tact?
Or has it been stained?
Has the creature that feeds her taken it away?
Strange
I agree with this. I take something completely different away from this song. To me, Xavier is describing a third-world market where the tiny girl is being sold away for marriage or worse. I take, "maybe it nourished a stronger sibling", to mean she was sold so the family could raise the boy. I know it's a stretch, but this is the most sense I can make out of the narrative. It makes me incredibly sad every time I hear it.
very nicely put... I can relate to that entirely.
Maybe it's the jaded times we live in but I don't see this verse as being about good parenting
Tiny little bones of the innocent child
Lookin up at me with the saddest of eyes
Is her innocence in tact?
Or has it been stained?
Has the creature that feeds her taken it away?
Strange
This one hits home, as a single dad for part of our family journey. He is simply questioning whether he is worthy... has done enough for his child. Most parents feel a sense of unfulfilled duty, to some degree. I wonder what I forgot to teach or say or do, that might cause hardship or tragedy for my children. But, now they are adults... beautiful, loving humans, making their own way in this world. Strange.