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letra de home - at peace

[intro tom scott]
yeah, yeah
this song here this goes out to all walks
living in this village that we call aucx
like from the streets to the boardwalks
we just wanna spread peace to you all
rest in peace to the moreporks
and beef to the law force
and ancestors and missionaries who bore swords
to cut the native trees and plant more gorse
this a small apology to all the chiefs for the seabed and forsh0r-s
and peace to the fourth cause, who fought wars
so we could have our seat on the porch horsed
we thank you all for
the right to let us stand on this war torn land that we all call
home

[lui t]
yo
we just need to go and get tom and af and we’re set
send a text to rex tell him to get maybe a box of beck’s
or whatevers cheap then we’ll meet at p’s
have a couple on the deck then we’ll jet to the next spot (sweet)
spark the ganja on the harbour
boombox playing wild feeling like a rasta
whata day whata day bro, down to get some paua?
hard bro just let me get my ia lavalava
sweet then jump in the cars already started
pour out a couple halves for the dearly departed
and then we’re off quick
stop at the shop to pump the tyres
went and got a newspaper and a lighter for the fire
winding down the road slow through the kowhai’s and nikaus
must be getting close cause i can hear the seagulls
hit the beach and parked up
got the pack and the liquor bare feet through the stream now it’s time to cross the river
couple hours round the rocks and finally found the spot
scared to hop so i pop the top of a bottle off
now we’re running back and forth from the water like a relay
i ain’t no fisherman i just know the nz way
diving through the kelp with the octopus and the stingray
get the driftwood and paper start the fire no delay
cook it up cook it up when it’s done light a j
wide awake but lie away flap my wings and fly away back
home

[tom scott]
and we’re home, yeah
we blaze a herb with the native birds
perched in the wops of the swinging ferns
taking turns skimming rocks at the swimming spots no one knows about
one lonely cloud roaming round zoning out suns going down
right now its back to the rest stop, (bro p-ss a lighter)
its a twist top, pit stop, at the fish and chip shop
grab a couple snapper and a crab stick
eat it in the car park grab a ice cream then we gap it
wipe the bench with a beach towel
chuck the left overs to the sea gull
open up a steiney with the seat belt and speed down the road
turn a bomb to a lamborghini but we gotta slow down for the camera and
stop for the grandma, mrs. viliama
walking like quasimodo with a bag of green bananas
all the alchies at the bus stop drinking kiwi lager
while the tongans at the dairy cause they sell the cheapest kava
take a turn into riversdale stop at the tinnie house
pitty on the chain, make a man turn to minnie mouse
in-n-out sticky fingernails down to dawn creek
kids barefoot playin’ rugby on the concrete
meanwhile on the gr-ss halfcasts jogging past
tights all up in her -rs-, cougar watering her plants
i wanna be here for the rest of my life
take a left at the lights at the next take a right and we’re
home

- at peace

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