Addie Brownlee: Music

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Here we have stories with no endings
The day the blood oranges fell again
The pulp and the juice, they were pushing through split skin
And it was not as I had imagined

(Chorus)
I call my child War
I call my child Hate
It’s too late
We’ve been dying for so long
We are already dead

Here we have stories with no endings
The sky was my mother and she cried
And I tried and I tried, but they were pushing through split skin
And it was not as I had imagined

(Chorus)

So if we are simply an historical condition
And if it’s come to this, if the forest must raise him
May it grow him kind
Please grow him kind

Here we have stories with no endings
Today he looked up at me, those blood oranges
He said you are our mother
He said I imagine you are also our father

I call my child War
I call my child Appreciate
I call my child Hope