CarnarvonGirraweenBunyas - Soundscape 33 mins
Kev Carmody (LamaLama/Bundjalung/Irish)
Walking in the shadows of the naked moon
The Land holds memory of the beginnings
The Land holds memory of the beginning
The painting of the sounds of the rainbow colours
Perhaps you are listening to the footsteps of the dancing dead…..coming like the lightning on a hot stormy night
The paintings are in fact memories
The cenotaph is a symbol of the most dangerous animal on earth
The hominids the homo-sapiens us, us, us
Like the wind and leaves, dispersal, dispersal, dispersal
Looking to the future through the ancient lenses of the past…….finding that love is so huge it walks space and time
Memory holds land, and the land holds our memory
The Mother Earth sustains, remains, maintains our human identity, in spite of our constant emphasis of the virtual
The beauty of being embraced by the wind and the warm sunlight
Painting the silences, painting the silent surrounds
Like the wind and leaves, dispersal, dispersal, dispersal
Beyond the reach of ringtones and mobile drones…..New York to Uluru. Uluru to London…..we are suspended, hanging by the umbilical cord, waiting…..waiting to be born, shadows on the winds, shadows on the winds.
Like the wind and leaves dispersal, dispersal, dispersal
The bark painting……the petroglyphs on the cave walls……the lizard man on a hot rock stage…..
and the labour of living
The sacred Earth….lightning in the east, rainbow in the west…..
Painting the silences of the forest shadows, shadows, shadows.
Kev Carmody 2023 Song Cycles Pty Ltd