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Where Is Home? – Elliphant

Where Is Home, a song by Elliphant

Lyrics
When the way come, you know we can’t stay
And then blissness is calling out for me
And you flashes pink and life is colour blue
I’m not here, I’m gon’ never die
We got love, we can still survive
And what I feel’s what I gotta do
But can I rest with you?


Where is home?
I’m starting to believe that it is gone
‘Cause I don’t find it
Though I’m looking
Keep searching
Where is home?
All I want is silence in my soul
But I don’t find it
Though I’m looking
Keep searching
Yeah, I’ve been searching, searching, searching


Life is drifting so fast, I don’t sleep
I’m afraid to miss a moment where I’m free
With you, we’re both lost, and nothin’ we’d approved
I can jump ’cause I know I land
All I need is to trust your hand
And like the wind, I will blow away
Unless you make me stay


Where is home?
I’m starting to believe that it is gone
‘Cause I don’t find it
Though I’m looking
Keep searching
Where is home?
All I want is silence in my soul
But I don’t find it
Though I’m looking
Keep searching


Yeah, I’ve been searching, searching, searching (do I look so sore?)
And I’ve been bursting, bursting, bursting (look at me more)
My mind is rumbling, rumbling, rumbling (is right)
‘Cause I’ve been wondering, wondering, wondering


Where is home?
I’m starting to believe that it is gone
‘Cause I don’t find it
Though I’m looking
Keep searching
Where is home?
All I want is silence in my soul
But I don’t find it
Though I’m looking
Keep searching


Where is home?
I’m starting to believe that it is gone
‘Cause I don’t find it
Though I’m looking
Keep searching
I need peace
All I want is silence in my soul
But I don’t find it
Though I’m looking
Keep searching
Yeah, I’ve been searching, searching, searching

More about Elliphant

By CulTuremiKs, ago

Third Culture Kid Original Music – we don’t know what we have until it’s gone – by forecast

by forecast, a TCK who grew up in Spain and the USA

Artist’s description of the album:

“So this album means a lot to me. We all go through these tough times, our “nights in transit,” where we struggle to get somewhere during a precarious time in our respective lives.


As I’m becoming an adult, being that I’m 20 now, I get it. You don’t just wake up one day and say “okay, I’m an adult now,” and that’s that. No. It’s a phase. Just like transit systems; it takes time, but you’re moving forward. It’s all about the progress you make, and you’re rewarded for it. It’s all a part of growing up. For anyone who’s reading this and resonates with you, then this album is for you. You can make it through your night in transit.
It may feel like it’s taking a while (I mean, have you ever tried to stay up all night? It drags ooooon for so long), but you’ll be rewarded for it in the end.

Stay strong, keep moving on. It’s worth it. I believe in you.”

Check out the album on Spotify or on iTunes!

More music written by third culture kids
By CulTuremiKs, ago

Suitcases by Haddie Grace

original song by Haddie Grace

Lyrics:

We’ll unpack our suitcases
Begin to embrace this
Unfamiliar place so
Different from what we’ve known

We’ll learn and go exploring
We know our best stories
Happen well outside of
Our comfort zone

We can make anywhere home

Constant changing is our sameness
Uprooting is our routine
We’ll bloom in winter
Our resilience is our stability

I am all the places that changed me
I am all the cities that made me me
I am all the people who named me
Home is wherever I happen to be

Not a number on a street

I’ll send you a letter
We’ll compare the weather
I need to borrow languages to tell you how I feel
You’ll listen like a true friend
Like when we jumped in the deep end
We’ve moved six times since then
That’s how you know that it’s real

Constant changing is our sameness
Uprooting is our routine
We’ll bloom in winter
Our resilience is our stability

I am all the places that changed me
I am all the cities that made me me
I am all the people who named me
Home is wherever I happen to be

Not a number on a street

I’m moving again
Soon you’ll hear it in my accent
Uprooting again
Daydreaming in past tense

I’ll unpack my suitcases
I promise I’ll embrace this
Unfamiliar place so
Different from what I’ve known

I promise I’ll be open
Won’t bury my emotions
My heart’s caught between oceans
But I can make anywhere home

We can make anywhere home

I am all the places that changed me
I am all the cities that made me me
I am all the people who named me
Home is wherever I happen to be

We are all the places that changed us
We are all the cities that shaped us
We are all the people who named us
Home is wherever we’re known and we’re loved

Not a number on a street

Thoughts from the author:

Just wanted to explain two lyrics.
“We are all the people who named us” — When you are invited into a new culture, you are often given a new name. In Oniyan (Bassari)in Senegal, there are ordinal names meaning “first son” or “second daughter” that tell your place in the family. In Southeast Senegal I am “Ingama.” In Dakar, I am “Khady” which is short for Khadija, but works for me because it sounds like “Haddie.” In the US, various groups of friends have given me different nicknames, which is different than cultural names but still, in the act of naming there is affection, a sense of relationship, and belonging. And of course, my parents named me Hadassah, and my family is a part of me as well.


“I am all the people who named me” is another way of saying my identity has been shaped by all the people who are important to me.
“Constant changing is our sameness” — sameness being the shared identity of all third culture kids.

Other original songs by Haddie Grace

Denizen (Distance)
Neutral Room
Bittersweet

By CulTuremiKs, ago

Lost Is Just A Word – Original Song By Nick Riedell

Lost is just a word we use
When you can’t find your home
There’s purpose in the processes
I know, I know

Well how can you be lost
If your home’s nowhere?
How can you be found
When you are too scared?

Just follow the light
It’ll guide you home

This is your life
A life for loving
This is your life
So rise above it
This is your life
So live all you got

Music and lyrics by Nick Riedell

See more of Nick’s music here

By CulTuremiKs, ago

Match – Memories From Before

Match – Memories From Before

I’ve been playing games with fire,
I’ve been watching flames grow higher,
In my burning home they rise up,
Working through the walls around us.

But do you know,
How tight I hold on to these memories from before?
The feeling’s cold,
But while these embers glow I hope to keep them close.

Every single word that’s spoken,
Every desperate breath is choking,
As the floors collapse I free fall,
In the snowing ash i’m peaceful.

But do you know,
How tight I hold on to these memories from before?
The feelings cold,
But while these embers glow I hope to keep them close.

Now my boiling blood it runs slow,
And the strongest flames feel ice cold,
Trying to find a way to end this,
As the fire soothes my senses.

Melting windows frame a warped view,
Have I passed the point of rescue?
Such a simple game to start this,
From the brightest light to darkness.

But do you know,
How tight I hold on to these memories from before?
The feelings cold,
But while these embers glow I hope to keep them close.

By Third Culture Kids

Listen to more music written about the TCK experience!

By CulTuremiKs, ago

Child of the Nile – Third Culture

“A Ugandan praise song that tells the story of Moses, a man from Uganda, the site of the Lake Victoria, the source of the River Nile, who worked as a security guard at my secondary school in Qatar. After leaving his home and his heart to earn a living in the high-developing Arab nation, he went on to become a great friend of mine and the one who taught me the strong value of maintaining a smile no matter what worries may crowd your mind.”

By Third Culture (Sam Cronin)

Check out their full SoundCloud account!

By CulTuremiKs, ago

Temporarily Permanent

1.
I wrote something today
even though
I had nothing to say
there is too much music here
too many people who say
what I want to say
better than I ever could.

So I find myself
sucked into the information age
and suddenly time means something.
Once upon a time
I had read every book
available to me
but now,
I could never do that.

Once (or twice) there
I went a whole day
without ever looking at a clock.
Time
is just a word there
but here
it is what they (we?) live by.

2.
Someone asked me,
yesterday,
the one question
none of us can answer –
“Where are you from?”
And I wanted to say
“nowhere” or
“everywhere” or
“God” or
“Africa” or 
any number of other things
but suddenly 
I didn’t have the energy 
to explain
again
so I said
“Pennsylvania.”
After all, 
I know people there.
It is as good a place
as any other
for me to pick.

But really,
who I am now
is only a fleeting identity.
Maybe tomorrow
I will be someone else –
speak another language and
claim another place as my hometown,
or maybe I won’t.

But for now, for today,
this is who I am
and what I am
for those who ask me that
(such a stupid question. I am a
person, of course!)
And here I stand
temporarily permanent.

By Bluedarkness

By CulTuremiKs, ago