Acknowledgements:
“We Are Loved” was produced, recorded and
mixed by Andy James Court.
“Avon Valley” backing track recorded by Toni Italiano at Pet Rock Media,
Kiara
Mastered by Rick O’ Neil at Turtlerock Mastering, Sydney
Carmel and Andy – guitars, keyboards
Erik Kowalski – fiddle on “Pelican”
Charlie McCarthy – fiddle on “Avon Valley”
Derry Doyle – mandolin and guitar on “Avon Valley”
Toni Italiano – electric bass on “Avon Valley”
Bonus video of “One Solitary Life” - filmed and produced by Andy James
Court
Cover photo by Sallyanne Cousans.
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WALPIRI WOMAN
This song honours Bess Nungarrayi Price an
Aboriginal Australian activist. She has suffered the loss of siblings
through violence and has been criticised for shedding light on issues
close to her heart especially violence against aboriginal women and
children. She says “We need to support those who tell the truth”.
The cry of a baby in
the dry heart of Australia
No-one knew the future that was to unfold
This little baby left to die in the desert
Was found by ’Old Maudie’ and destined to survive.
Taken under wing and raised by her aunties
The child grew into a fair-minded girl
When she was thirteen she refused to marry
An older man to whom she was promised at birth
Chorus
Destined to survive, strong Warlpiri woman
Lived through the old ways and changes that have come
She is a voice leading her people
Strong Warlpiri woman, Bess Nungarrayi Price
‘Whitefella’ Dave saw someone beautiful
He saw courage in the eyes of this Warlpiri girl
Shining like a beacon and proud of her traditions,
Speaking the language, always seeking the truth
Chorus
She faces up to what is real; she’s a firsthand witness
Who has her detractors but bravely carries on
She is tired of the silence, the feuding and the violence
And wants to see Yuendumu peaceful once again
Chorus
Destined to survive, strong Warlpiri woman
Lived through the old ways and changes that have come
She is a voice leading her people
Strong Warlpiri woman, Bess Nungarrayi Price
Destined to survive
Strong Warlpiri Woman
Destined to survive
Thank you Bess Nungarrayi Price
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KOORA
Husband and wife team Peter Harrison and Anna Killagrew , both Anglican
Priests run a retreat centre called Koora. I’ve spent time there in the
wilderness and it gave me some understanding of the Aboriginal people’s
spiritual connection to the land that they absolutely depended on. The
sandplain country and some of the wildflowers that grow there I’ve never
seen anywhere else.
Koorarawalyee, desert country, share with me your heart
Koorarawalyee, desert country, rewarding those who take the time
Time to look, time to listen, time to be as one
With the Master and the Maker of the seasons and the sunsets
In the spirit of the country we find God.
Koorarawalyee ancient wisdom seeping from the earth
Koorarawalyee, sharing places where few have walked before
Nature is a signpost that leads us deep within
Where a healing hand is waiting that reconnects us with our spirit
We are more than this mortal life we live.
Everyone needs a little time out bush
Away from the concrete, the noise and the busy city
Far from the city rush
Nature is a signpost that leads us deep within
Where a healing hand is waiting that reconnects us with our spirit
We are more than this mortal life we live.
With the Master and the Maker of the seasons and the sunsets
In the spirit of the country we find God.
Koorarawalyee, Koorarawalyee
In the spirit of the country we find God.
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OUT OF THIS WORLD
Earth’s atmosphere is approximately 20 miles or 32 kilometres thick.
It sustains life. Quotes from astronauts describing their feelings when
looking back at Earth from outer space: “The first day or so we all
pointed to our countries. The third or fourth day we were pointing to
our continents. By the fifth day, we were aware of only one Earth.”
Sultan bin Salman Al-Saud -1985
“For the first time in my life I saw
the horizon as a curved line. It was accentuated by a thin seam of dark
blue light, our atmosphere. Obviously this was not the ocean of air I
had been told it was so many times in my life. I was terrified by its
fragile appearance.” Ulf Merbold –1988
Looking back at earth from somewhere in space
Astronauts will tell you, it’s like no other place
Lives are changed as they view the world as one
Countries merge together ‘neath the sun
There’s a ring of blue, bathed in mystery
A circle ‘round our planet is the reason why we breathe
In God’s universe how fragile we are
Just twenty miles of atmosphere, keeping us from harm
Looking back at earth, looking back at earth
It’s out of this world!
Chorus
Out of this world, that ring of blue
That circle ‘round our planet
Out of this world, fragile it is
Just twenty miles of atmosphere, protecting everything
Protecting everything
Living for today, rushing here and there
Fossil fuels are pouring out, clogging up the air
Turn to sun and solar, wind and ocean tide
Harness all the energy that our earth provides
Looking back at earth, looking back at earth
It’s out of this world!
Chorus
Out of this world that ring of blue
That circle ‘round our planet, Out of this world fragile we are
Just twenty miles of atmosphere keeping us from harm
Protecting everything - everything everything
Looking back at earth
In God’s universe
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PELICAN
One of my favourite poems has always
been “Where the Pelican Builds”. It was written by Mary Hannay Foott.
She knew of two brothers who in 1877 fearlessly galloped off from
Thargomindah station in Queensland to explore land further west in
search of good grazing land. Sadly the brothers were never heard from
again.
The horses were ready, the rails were down,
But the riders lingered still
One had a parting word to say,
And one had his pipe to fill.
They mounted, one with a granted prayer,
And one with a grief unguessed.
"We’re going," they said, as they rode away
"Where the Pelican builds her nest!"
"We’re going," they said, as they rode away
"Where the Pelican builds her nest!"
They’d heard of pastures wide and green,
To be sought past sunset's glow;
Of rifts in the ranges opal lit;
And gold ‘neath the river's flow.
Thirst and hunger were banished words
When they spoke of that unknown West;
No drought they dreaded, no flood they feared,
Where the pelican builds her nest!
No drought they dreaded, no flood they feared,
Where the pelican builds her nest!
The creek at the ford was fetlock deep
When we watched them crossing there;
Thrice replenished by the rains
And thrice has the rock lain bare.
The waters of Hope have flowed and fled,
But never from blue hill's breast
Come back - by the sun and the sands devoured
Where the pelican builds her nest!
Come back - by the sun and the sands devoured
Where the pelican builds her nest!
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MUSIC CAN DO THAT
I began learning piano at the age of 8
at school in the Western Australian wheatbelt town of Wyalkatchem. My
mother never had the opportunity to have music lessons but she made sure
that I could learn. Music touches the soul. It is a universal language
shared by peoples from every culture and walk of life. It has a
wonderful ability to break down barriers.
My mother bought a piano the year that I was born
Never had the chance to learn when she was young
How I loved that piano making up little tunes
Living on a farm at Yorkrakine
My love for music grew, still it grows today
So many songs going round in my head
Music always draws me like a moth to a flame
An irresistible force begging me
Chorus
Begging me to sing, begging me to share
Make a connection between your heart and mine
Begging me to sing, make you laugh or cry
Music can do that every time
Music can do that every time
The years have gone so fast, the little child has grown
Memories last of the mother that I knew
She would be so proud that I’m still playing now
And that irresistible force is begging me
Chorus
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THE LOOKS HE GETS
A true story of a homeless person who
has been battling depression after the death of his mother. All he owns
is a photo of him and his mother plus his bible and a few possessions.
One night as he was sleeping, the photo, bible and his few possessions
are stolen. Kindness from strangers helped him as they offered to take
him to their homes to have a shower and a meal.
The only photo he had of him and his mother was stolen as he slept
Taken too his few possessions and his bible
Living on the street is not a life he would have chosen
But depression set in when his mother died
He’s done nothing wrong but he gets moved on
And the looks he gets just cut him like a knife
Kindness has come from strangers who have stopped to hear his story
Taken him home for a shower and a meal
All he asks for is a shelter for those who are sleeping rough
Somewhere to feel safe on the darkest night
Out of the cold, away from crime
Cause the looks he gets just cut him like a knife
Mm Lord when we see hearts that are hurting
May we not turn away
Life can change in an instant
And the person on the street could be me
All he asks for is a shelter for those who are sleeping rough
Somewhere to feel safe in the darkest night
Out of the cold, away from crime
Cause the looks he gets just cut him like a knife
The only photo he had of him and his mother was stolen as he slept
Taken too his few possessions and his bible
Living on the street is not a life he would have chosen
But depression set in when his mother died
He’s done nothing wrong but he gets moved on
And the looks he gets just cut him like a knife
Oh the looks he gets mm Oh the looks he gets
Oh the looks he gets just cut him like a knife
The only photo he had of him and his mother was stolen as he slept
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WE
ARE LOVED
We love because God first loved
us. The more we love God, the more we can love other people. God showed
that love by sending Jesus Christ to Earth to die for us. Everywhere we
look we can see the work of His hands, His wonderful creation. He
personally cares for each one of us. We are not alone, we are loved.
The beauty of the river running to the sea
The beauty of a field of grain
The colours of the rainbow across the endless sky
Sunrise in the morning, the gentle rain that falls
The earth beneath my feet
Changing of the seasons, flowers in the spring
My soul is filled with music makes me want to sing
Chorus
A song of praise to the one who made the stars
A song of praise to the one who knows how fragile we are
Spinning ‘round in this wide universe
We are not alone, we are loved.
The beauty of the new born lambs, skipping as they run
There’s a spirit in all living things
My heart is filled with wonder, I see Him everywhere
In all creation made for us to share and sing a
Chorus
song to the one who made the stars
A song of praise to the one who knows how fragile we are
Spinning ‘round in this wide universe
We are not alone, we are loved.
We are loved by the one who forgives our sin, we are
Loved, loved, we are loved by Him
Chorus
Sing a song to the one who made the stars
A song of praise to the one who knows how fragile we are
Spinning ‘round in this wide universe
We are not alone, we are loved.
Spinning ‘round, Spinning ‘round
We are not alone, we are loved.
We are loved. We are loved.
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AVON
VALLEY
The Avon Valley was the first inland
area in Western Australia settled for farming. The river runs through
the old wheatbelt towns of Toodyay, Northam, York, Beverley, Brookton
and Pingelly. A feature of the area is the powderbark wandoo or white
gums. In springtime there is a profuse array of wildflowers.
Woken by the rain the river rolls along
The pride of the Avon Valley
Through tea tree, sheoak and flooded gums
Meandering through old wheat belt towns
Toodyay, Northam, York, Beverley
Brookton, Pingelly too
It just wouldn’t be the same without that
River running through
For the river it’s not easy battling the weeds
The increasing salinity
Plants and animals unique to this place
Rely on us preserving nature’s ways
Birds are calling, young leave the nests
When springtime visits the valley
On granite rocks bobtails bask warmed by the sun
Red capped robins, spiky echidna disturbing termite mounds
Wandoo and wattle and mistletoe
I feel as though I’m on sacred ground
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MAS ALLA (BEYOND)
Expresses that when you search for the
truth, when you ask for forgiveness, when you show compassion for
others, when you give without expecting in return, there is peace in
your heart. Beyond the pain, tears and the resentment the light of love
shines in each heart.
Cuando das sin esperar
Cuando quieres de verdad
Cuando brindas perdón
En lugar de rencor
Hay paz en tu corazón
Cuando sientes compasión
Del amigo y su dolor
Cuando miras las estrellas
Que oculta la niebla
Hay paz en tu corazón
Coro:
Más allá del rencor
De las lágrimas y el dolor
Brilla la luz del amor
Dentro de cada corazón
Ilusión, Navidad
Con tus sueños a volar
Siembra paz
Brinda amor
Que el mundo entero pide más
Cuando brota una oración
Cuando aceptas el error
Cuando encuentras lugar
Para la libertad
Hay una sonrisa más
Cuando llega la razón
Y se va la incomprensión
Cuando quieres luchar
Por un ideal
Hay una sonrisa más
Hay un rayo de sol
A través del cristal
Hay un mundo mejor
Cuando aprendes a amar
Coro:
Cuando alejas el temor
Y prodigas tu amistad
Cuando a un mismo cantar
Has unido tu voz
Hay paz en tu corazón.
Cuando buscas con ardor
Y descubres tu verdad
Cuando quieres forjar
Un mañana mejor
Hay paz en tu corazón
Coro:
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ANCIENT ROCK ART
The Burrup Peninsula is located
on the north-western coast of Western Australia on the Dampier
Archipelago. Murujuga is the aboriginal name for the Burrup. It means
"hip bone sticking out". It comprises the largest concentration of
petroglyphs (rock carvings) in the world. The Burrup is an area of
cultural significance to Aboriginal people and also to the world. It is
constantly under threat from industry. Around 10,000 petroglyphs have
already been destroyed.
Chorus
On the Burrup Peninsula so close to home
Ancient engravings tell stories so old
Older by thousands of years than Stonehenge
Ancient rock art – so precious
Our heritage Murujuga our heritage
Murujuga our heritage
Murujuga, Murujuga
We wouldn’t build Ammonium Nitrate plants on Stonehenge
So why build one on the Burrup!
So much has been destroyed or moved far away
Why do we take for granted these treasures?
Mm these treasures
Chorus
The Egyptians wouldn’t build a plant on the Pyramids
Or the Spanish near the Alhambra
Thylacenes long extinct faces of man carved in rock over millennia
Over millennia
On the Burrup Peninsula so close to home
Ancient engravings tell stories so old
Older by thousands of years than Stonehenge
Ancient rock art – so precious
On the Burrup Peninsula so close to home
Ancient engravings tell stories so old
Older by thousands of years than Stonehenge
Ancient rock art – so precious
Our heritage
Murujuga our heritage
Murujuga our heritage
Murujuga, Murujuga, Murujuga
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ONE SOLITARY LIFE
All The armies that ever marched, all
the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the
kings that ever reigned, have not affected the life of man on this earth
as much as that One Solitary Life.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia
He was born in an obscure village
He worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty
He then became an itinerant preacher
He never held an office
He never had a family or owned a house
He didn’t go to college
He had no credentials but himself.
Chorus
And all the armies that ever marched
All the navies that ever sailed
All the parliaments that ever sat
All the kings that ever reigned
Have not affected the life of man on this earth
As much as that One Solitary life
As much as that One Solitary life
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia
He was only thirty three when the public turned against him
And his friends ran away
He was given over to his enemies
And went through the mockery of a trial
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
And while he was dying
His executioners gambled for his clothing
The only property he had on earth
Chorus
And all the armies that ever marched
All the navies that ever sailed
All the parliaments that ever sat
All the kings that ever reigned
Have not affected the life of man on this earth
As much as that One Solitary life
As much as that One Solitary life
He was laid in a borrowed grave
And on the third day he rose from the dead
Though twenty centuries have come and gone
He is still the central figure of the human race.
Chorus
And all the armies that ever marched
All the navies that ever sailed
All the parliaments that ever sat
All the kings that ever reigned
Have not affected the life of man on this earth
As much as that One Solitary life
As much as that One Solitary life
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia
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