‘The First Tale’ Lyrics

‘Zeal Man’ Lyrics

‘Sound From Down Unda’ Lyrics

‘Rattle Ya Dags’ Lyrics

‘White Whine’ Lyrics

Born in the land of the long white cloud
dark tower stands tall: The glory is all ours
the story: right, the whine: white
Tongan; Irish in my blood unite
Me earl deev completely white with the baggies
shorn like a sheep but I ‘aint got the daggies
I’m not bragging and I’ve never killed a man
fake rappers you might say but we don’t give a damn
no ham in my sandwhich just leafy greens
eight swaying layers with the double stitch seams
tag team’s set to tag, brown rag mine
down with the whine, White Whine We got it, you get it Getting things started it’s been a while always top of the pile with my white whine style
like mozart: The tower, dark compose funky fresh symphonies, fly high like a skylark
dug from the dungeons, never outsmarted
urban sprawl: Uprise the stouthearted
have a breakdance break out: I’ll polish your lino
I drink from a dictionary, I’m a lyrical wino
it’s not a whoop a bellow a howl or a scream
no other word means white whine it seems
I’m the Eel man I feel fine half caste so that means I’ve got half a white whine.
We got it, you get it
When I’m chilling in my mind I read the Deadline
prime time I’m filling up the headlines
sparetime I’m swilling at the beer stein
werar the three ball undies, not the calvin kleins
line after line we invent like einstein
I’m emotionally dependent, I heard it through the grapevine combine flow and time to be a frankenstein of rhyme divine design with my lyrics I define:
I can tame a beast with my white whine entertain a feast with my white whine I’m always on time with my white whine and I shine when I rhyme with my fine white whine… We got it, you get it

‘Dark World’ Lyrics

‘Sons Of The South’ Lyrics

Saddled and ready to bust out of the stable
taking a step, breaking free from the label
in a land where men can’t see past their beers
going over their heads, slipping straight through their ears
set to get away and travel to a land
where the wind whistles tunes and blows tumbleweed across the sand
with hand to mouth across valleys I shout
with the world in reach now there’s no way out
Walk on walk on down the beaten track
the southland sun is beating down on my back
the strength of my step is set to move the earth
oh, if there’s a lord then remove this curse
on a burst of wind smell the savage storm
rolling thunder, blowing cold, dark clouds form
unworn I fill the flask from the river mouth
no man is stronger than a son of the south
Show me a land where the Moa roams free
show me a man who’s stronger than the foaming sea
show me a hand that’s quicker than the mouth
take a look look no further we’re the sons of the south
I’ll show you a land far beyond the threshold of cold
show you a man who won’t fall or fail when the flesh threatens to fold
show you a hand spanning the width of the plains
a true son standing in the midst of the rains…
Sitting on a rock at the top of the port hills
a soft breeze blows and turns the blade of a windmill
sun in my eyes west wind’s on my cheek
back tracking my trail, heading up Kea creek
boots are wet so now it’s hard to find me
’cause I left my scent twelve hours behind me
wild walkways lead to windy roads
I’m taking the weight, bearing the heavy load
Summon the sun with a sundance at dawn
blow out the lamp break camp in the morn’
a mudslinger roaming under southern skies
on the trail of the settlers swatting horseflies
wading the waters walking on the plains
wandering the lowlands through fields of grain
hard times my rival, my trial is pain
but a true son never shows the strain
Show me a land where the Moa roams free
show me a man who’s stronger than the foaming sea
show me a hand that’s quicker than the mouth
take a look look no further we’re the sons of the south
I’ll show you a land where running water carves a path through the clay
bed
I’ll show you a man of strong spirit equipped with a will to stay ahead
show you a hand which the sun’s rays can’t cut
these are my hills people and this sons days aren’t up…
Vultures swoop and circle where the body lies
flies buzz in the maudlin heat of the brooding sun’s demise
dark mountains lie ahead, cliffs rise on either side
‘Believe or die.’the wind whispers along the path we ride
staying out of sight: Two travellers in the dark of night
even in the end of life there’s more than a spark of fight
all bark and no bite; a heart of spite with a venomous tail
hunted and hounded by vicious enemies; surrounded on every trail
wailing in the distance: The shadow of a doubt
dry mouth dry skin dry ground from the summer droughtThree days without water and no sight of a well
three days without food and I’m hungry as hell
three days in hiding three days of pain
and three days running on the Canterbury plains
Day in day out I’ll forgive
but I won’t forget
Day in day out I’ll forgive
but I won’t forget
Day in day out I’ll forgive
but I won’t forget
ride on true sons of the
south into the sunset

‘Outro’ Lyrics