Te Kooti Brotherhood

Te Kooti Brotherhood

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Te Kooti Brotherhood are 5 guys who love being themselves and connecting with people after their shows

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Lyrics

Whanau

Written By: Te Kooti Brotherhood

There's no more you against me
Can't you see; can't you see
We're all whanau

There's no more slave or free
Can't you see; can't you see
We're all whanau

So don't discriminate and don't segregate
And don't forget to listen
So don't dehumanize and don't objectify
And don't forget to listen

For when we listen then we hear
And when we hear we no longer just see a face; we see a story
We see a picture of ourselves
Presented in a different context but with the same blood

So don't discriminate and don't segregate
And don't forget to listen
So don't dehumanize and don't objectify
And don't forget to listen

We are one...Whanau
We are one...Whanau
We are one...Whanau
We are one...Whanau

Western Fallacy

Written By: Te Kooti Brotherhood

Twenty-nine die at Pike River Mine
While over three-fifty are somehow denied
A time to be mourned on our six O-clock news
Their deaths are forgotten amidst our need for
Western precedence

Nearly three thousand died in those towers
whilst malaria kills more in twenty-four hours
Yet these kids - five and younger - are granted no voice
And we sit back and take this as norm

Where is their good Samaritan? Where is our good Samaritan?

The media still reveals a western supremacy
reflecting a racism toward the majority
We've become immune to the state of their reality
And our eyes are turned away

We see the aids epidemic, mass poverty, war
and we trivialize, disassociate and ignore
Have we accepted a hopeless nihilism
or are we just too consumed to notice
...too preoccupied with the daily routines of life.

Does our skin colour and cultural difference
blind us from the fact that we are one...
Whanau (whanau)
We share the same blood, we share the same blood.
Where is their good Samaritan? Where is our good Samaritan?

"Until lions have their own historians
Tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter"

Lights

Written By: Christian Parker and Te Kooti Brotherhood

Lights

The sun sets over the Waitaks
A deep orange paints the sky
The sun fades; the night comes
The lights around me reflect houses, reflecting people,
Reflecting lives quietly moving
Behind doors of which I’ll never know
The ever-changing sense of ebb and flow
From joy to pain; rage to praise; grace to blame

We all move in ebbs and flows
These hills look down on us, a quiet mist
Reminding of a time when these lights didn’t exist
What stood before them; a land of peace
Before these lights revealed our brokenness
Before these lights revealed our transience

These clouds always bring rain
I hope one day they’ll wash these streets to look brand new
And give this land the peace it once held to
Cos’ I don’t wanna keep bleeding our frustrations

But this sunset still sets how it always did
Framing us within the constant and the good
Our reflection of goodness and beauty is not our own
For this mirror was never a mirror but a window

Cowboys and Indians

Written By: Christian Parker and Te Kooti Brotherhood

Cowboys and Indians

Girls and boys grow up to be ladies and gentlemen
Grow up to be respectable citizens
Grow up to be scared in their skins

We dressed up in our parents’ clothes. We soaked up every word they told us
Someday we’d have the nice picket fence with a clothes line to keep things clean and neat

Girls and boys play cowboys and Indians
Play goodies and baddies
Where the goodies always win in the minds of our children
Just a game, or so we’re taught; (or so we’re taught; or so we’re taught)

We dressed up in our parents’ clothes. We soaked up every word they told us
“You’re not an Indian, after all – you’re the good one.”

Oh social conformity how did you ever take such a rooted hold on me
These stories and dreams so firmly grafted into our history

And I’m so gentle, and I’m so nice and good that I’d never truly know what I stood for
Now that my house and dreams align with the outlines of these city streets

Am I the repetition or the revolution to your power plays?
Am I the repetition or the revolution to your hear says?
Do I swim nice and neatly in the black and white or in the messy grey?
Where the waves blur me yet wash me of my sanitation

Discography

Full Length Album "Beyond Ourselves" release late 2012