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Heart Of The Islands
by i.G.C.
Genre: Tropical Rock Type: audio/mpeg
Lyrics
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Canoes, car waves in a black glass sea, way before a map ever picture we Stars like codes in the midnight dawn, Manchester's red sky just to bring us home Maui with the hook, tryna slow that sun, stretch out the day till the work got done Pulled up aisles from the deep unknown, laid out chains where the reef hearts grown Lover like anger and love at once, Pele in the glow with the smoke touch lungs, forest thick with the old world breath
with the high white mask, gun steel bible, flags all cast, sugar cane rose in the labor trains but the chance to live in the wind and the rain, they try right up small on a postcard sign, but the soul of these islands never fit that line, from highway to Hawaii, Hawaii in the rain, these islands got a heartbeat bigger than the pain, mountains
We carry all the stories in the fire at night You can feel that money when you're bare feet land Harder the islands and the blood in the sand Now planes dropping like a daily storm Hotels grow tall with the fish once warm Sunsets sold and the travel at smile But we still talk story on the same red mount Kiki run barefoot on the old dirt lane
teaching don't forget where you come from boy cause the price of lost roots is a stolen joy but we flames, whole world looks sharp but we been no fire and we still not rock we cried and we build and we stand in the ash feed old town from a one pot stash aunties with the rice uncools with the grill cousins in the truck gon' help who ill when the sirens fade and the camera's gone it's the hard
It's more than a backdrop more than a scene It's a living, breathing, ancient dream From Maui to Ozzie to Kauai and the Reindies Island's got a heartbeat bigger than a paint Mountains in the sky, lava running
He look too lahena, too delirious like We carry all the stories in the fire at night You can feel that manna when your bare feet land Harder the islands and the blood in the sand Trade wins on that old refrain Names of valleys in the falling rain Every tide that pulls from the bay to the reef Say we still here in the tongue past grief
This for the cool home For the ohia trees and the ironwood shade For the names they mispronounced on the nightly news For the people still standing when the tour bus moves We're not just your backdrop We're the whole story From our week to where I eat to Kauai in the rainy Sailing all the heartbeat bigger than the pain Mountains in the sky, lava run through the veins We were here before the world learned our name From city lights back to the tarot land
heart of the islands and the blood in the sand no matter where