Detalhes da Música

16. The Shadow of the Quill (Te Kupu Me Te Whenua)
Style: Dark Nordic Folk / Heavy Chant
Instrumentation: A mournful bone flute (Kōauau), a relentless, slow war drum, a low tagelharpa drone, and the distant sound of wind and creaking ships.
Vocal Style: Deep, sorrowful throat-singing that erupts into aggressive, defiant group chants.
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(Intro)
(Sound of waves breaking on a quiet shore)
(A haunting, breathy bone flute plays a slow, sad melody)
(A deep, guttural throat-singing drone begins: 'Mmmmm...')
(Whispered group chant, slowly echoing)
Why-tah-ngee... (Waitangi - The place of the signing)
Teh Tee-ree-tee... (Te Tiriti - The Treaty)
Why-tah-ngee...
(Verse 1)
(Slow, heavy heartbeat drum enters: THUD... THUD... THUD...)
The parchment lays upon the wood
Where the Pah-keh-hah (Pākehā - White settlers) have stood
Rah-ngah-tee-rah (Rangatira - Chiefs) gather round
To share the breath, to share the ground
We gave the Kah-wah-nah-tah-ngah (Kāwanatanga - Governance/Management)
But never gave the Mah-nah (Mana - Spiritual authority) far
Two worlds meet beneath the quill
But the shadow waits behind the hill.
(Chorus)
(Drums erupt into a violent, driving rhythm)
(Full choir of deep voices shouting together in defiance)
Feh-noo-ah! (Whenua - Land)
Blood is buried in the dirt!
Feh-noo-ah!
Carry generations' hurt!
Rah-ngah-tee-rah-tah-ngah! (Rangatiratanga - Absolute Sovereignty)
We never signed away the soul!
Rah-ngah-tee-rah-tah-ngah!
The broken words will not control!
(Verse 2)
(Music drops back to a pulsing drone and a slow rhythmic foot stomp)
The ink is dry, the tall ships return
Watch the ancient forests burn
They take the soil, they take the stone
And leave us strangers in our own
But Fah-kah-pah-pah (Whakapapa - Ancestry/Lineage) runs too deep
A fire that will never sleep
The paper fades, the spirit stands
We hold the memory in our hands.
(Bridge)
(Acapella. Fast stomping, chest-slapping, fierce and urgent)
Too-tah-kee! (Tūtaki - To meet/Face off)
Face the storm and face the lie!
Too-tah-kee!
Beneath the weeping winter sky!
Too-ee-ah! (Tuia - Bind/Weave together)
Key-ah Mow-ree Oh-rah! (Kia Mauri Ora - Let there be life/wellbeing)
Key-ah Mow-ree Oh-rah!
(Chorus)
(Maximum volume, huge wall of sound with crashing cymbals and deep horns)
Feh-noo-ah!
Blood is buried in the dirt!
Feh-noo-ah!
Carry generations' hurt!
Rah-ngah-tee-rah-tah-ngah!
We never signed away the soul!
Rah-ngah-tee-rah-tah-ngah!
The broken words will not control!
(Outro)
(The heavy percussion suddenly stops, leaving only the slow heartbeat drum)
(Throat drone fades slowly)
Teh Tee-ree-tee...
We remember. We remain.
Teh Tee-ree-tee...
(A single, final strike of a wooden log)
(Silence)