Hi, this is Gina, or Gigi, depending on what rolls off your tongue easier.
If I'm breathing, I'm singing. Music rolls around in my head in constant waves, arriving from the mystery, and most times returning there after a brief stay. But every now and then I catch a song, or a piece of music, and it stays. And then I teach it to some people and they teach it to some people and next thing I have lots of requests for a copy of the lyrics, or the melody, or the harmony.
This is a bank of such songs. I give permission for these songs to fly around the world, to be sung in your choral groups, around campfires, in the shower, in the car, or in the secret spaces in your heart where you sing when nobody is listening, except maybe the birds.
The exchange for this sharing is as follows. Please acknowledge the story of where each song came from when you sing it. Please acknowledge the author (Gina Chick, from Australia). And if you record a version of any of these songs I would love love love to receive a copy, for my own joy. My dream is to be at a festival or event, somewhere on the other side of the world, and to hear one of these songs that's made its way organically to perch on the branches of some far tree, to sing to me unknown, but I'll know. That's my secret dream.
Thank you for being touched enough to listen to these little offerings. And thank you for singing them if they call to you.
Big love
Gigi
If I'm breathing, I'm singing. Music rolls around in my head in constant waves, arriving from the mystery, and most times returning there after a brief stay. But every now and then I catch a song, or a piece of music, and it stays. And then I teach it to some people and they teach it to some people and next thing I have lots of requests for a copy of the lyrics, or the melody, or the harmony.
This is a bank of such songs. I give permission for these songs to fly around the world, to be sung in your choral groups, around campfires, in the shower, in the car, or in the secret spaces in your heart where you sing when nobody is listening, except maybe the birds.
The exchange for this sharing is as follows. Please acknowledge the story of where each song came from when you sing it. Please acknowledge the author (Gina Chick, from Australia). And if you record a version of any of these songs I would love love love to receive a copy, for my own joy. My dream is to be at a festival or event, somewhere on the other side of the world, and to hear one of these songs that's made its way organically to perch on the branches of some far tree, to sing to me unknown, but I'll know. That's my secret dream.
Thank you for being touched enough to listen to these little offerings. And thank you for singing them if they call to you.
Big love
Gigi
Love This Dirt.
This song arrived in pieces in the long winding drive on a very very ramshackle dirt road on the way to our Bluegum Bushcraft Rewild Your Child camps. These camps are an incredible deep dive into community, with 60 kids and their families and thirty mentors all camping in the wilderness for a week with no internet, no alcohol and an agreement to look after each other, no matter what. I was bursting with love for the incredible wilderness we get to play in, and for the tribe that gathers eight weeks a year to explore this gorgeous human experiment... what happens in a community when everybody gets their needs met?
This song arrived like a joyous comet, complete with thee parts. Together these parts become a huge rollicking anthem for 150 people, or a beautiful acapella groove for three.
Since I first put this song on facebook I have had numerous choirs contact me to sing it, and it has rocked the roof on quite a few community gatherings, workshops and retreats.
First part
Every time I lay my feet upon the earth
I feel the rhythm in my body
Love this dirt
Second part
Every time I lay
Upon the earth
Feel the rhythm
Love this dirt
Third part
Take me to the place
Where my heart just longs to be
Take me to the place
Where I know that I am free
Wind (The feather song)
This song landed on one of the camps. I was on a morning wander with a head full of logistics and crunchiness, lost in thought, and I looked down to see a beautiful Tawny Frogmouth tailfeather. I picked it up, holding it to the light and marvelling at the colours, shades, and perfection of such a marvel. A gust of wind plucked it from my fingers and took it spiralling away. In my mind I followed that wind, picturing myself growing wings and those wings carrying me all the way to the ocean, where the wind from other lands carries their far tales to us, and carries our songs to far lands.
I should advise that when you sing this song it's worth setting the intent that the song is an acknowledgement of the wind rather than to call it. We've had too many three day windstorms after singing this!
Wind (The Feather Song)
First part
I found a feather and she
Sang to me
Softly softly through a
Waking dream
I grew wings and flew out
To the sea
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Wind, wind, wind, carry me.
Second part (low)
Wind, wind, be my friend
Wind, wind
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Third part (high)
Be my friend, be my friend,
Be my friend til the end
Be my friend, be my friend
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Her Beautiful Face (the rainsong)
Apocalyptic bushfires tore through Australia this month... November 2019. At the time of writing, 4 million acres (16000 km2) have burnt in less than three weeks. I was in a ceremony last weekend, and the property was directly in the path of a fire with an 80km long firefront, 25 km away.
Within the first hour a rain song arrived though my bones.
I was sitting in dry dry bush staring up at the sky, with fire smoke in my eyes, knowing that massive fire was closing in from the west, that devastating fires the size of European countries are burning all up Gondwanaland, and feeling the yearning of this land for water.
And then the magic unfurled, as a cloud went over and suddenly I felt the impossible love between clouds and earth, always dancing together, and never touching... except through rain. I felt how love is the force that binds everything, including the elements.
Earth and air, fire, water and ether.
What landed is a love song. It’s also a medicine song for calling in the rain.
Her Beautiful Face
First part
If I was a cloud
In love with the land
I can never touch her
Can never hold her hand and so I
Rain rain rain rain
Upon her beautiful face
I kiss her with my
Rain rain rain rain
Upon her beautiful face
2nd part
These bones are dry
Forgotten how to cry
Until you kiss me with your
Rain rain rain rain
Upon my beautiful face
Rain rain rain rain
Upon my beautiful face
This song arrived in pieces in the long winding drive on a very very ramshackle dirt road on the way to our Bluegum Bushcraft Rewild Your Child camps. These camps are an incredible deep dive into community, with 60 kids and their families and thirty mentors all camping in the wilderness for a week with no internet, no alcohol and an agreement to look after each other, no matter what. I was bursting with love for the incredible wilderness we get to play in, and for the tribe that gathers eight weeks a year to explore this gorgeous human experiment... what happens in a community when everybody gets their needs met?
This song arrived like a joyous comet, complete with thee parts. Together these parts become a huge rollicking anthem for 150 people, or a beautiful acapella groove for three.
Since I first put this song on facebook I have had numerous choirs contact me to sing it, and it has rocked the roof on quite a few community gatherings, workshops and retreats.
First part
Every time I lay my feet upon the earth
I feel the rhythm in my body
Love this dirt
Second part
Every time I lay
Upon the earth
Feel the rhythm
Love this dirt
Third part
Take me to the place
Where my heart just longs to be
Take me to the place
Where I know that I am free
Wind (The feather song)
This song landed on one of the camps. I was on a morning wander with a head full of logistics and crunchiness, lost in thought, and I looked down to see a beautiful Tawny Frogmouth tailfeather. I picked it up, holding it to the light and marvelling at the colours, shades, and perfection of such a marvel. A gust of wind plucked it from my fingers and took it spiralling away. In my mind I followed that wind, picturing myself growing wings and those wings carrying me all the way to the ocean, where the wind from other lands carries their far tales to us, and carries our songs to far lands.
I should advise that when you sing this song it's worth setting the intent that the song is an acknowledgement of the wind rather than to call it. We've had too many three day windstorms after singing this!
Wind (The Feather Song)
First part
I found a feather and she
Sang to me
Softly softly through a
Waking dream
I grew wings and flew out
To the sea
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Wind, wind, wind, carry me.
Second part (low)
Wind, wind, be my friend
Wind, wind
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Third part (high)
Be my friend, be my friend,
Be my friend til the end
Be my friend, be my friend
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Wind, wind, wind, carry me
Her Beautiful Face (the rainsong)
Apocalyptic bushfires tore through Australia this month... November 2019. At the time of writing, 4 million acres (16000 km2) have burnt in less than three weeks. I was in a ceremony last weekend, and the property was directly in the path of a fire with an 80km long firefront, 25 km away.
Within the first hour a rain song arrived though my bones.
I was sitting in dry dry bush staring up at the sky, with fire smoke in my eyes, knowing that massive fire was closing in from the west, that devastating fires the size of European countries are burning all up Gondwanaland, and feeling the yearning of this land for water.
And then the magic unfurled, as a cloud went over and suddenly I felt the impossible love between clouds and earth, always dancing together, and never touching... except through rain. I felt how love is the force that binds everything, including the elements.
Earth and air, fire, water and ether.
What landed is a love song. It’s also a medicine song for calling in the rain.
Her Beautiful Face
First part
If I was a cloud
In love with the land
I can never touch her
Can never hold her hand and so I
Rain rain rain rain
Upon her beautiful face
I kiss her with my
Rain rain rain rain
Upon her beautiful face
2nd part
These bones are dry
Forgotten how to cry
Until you kiss me with your
Rain rain rain rain
Upon my beautiful face
Rain rain rain rain
Upon my beautiful face