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The Ballad of Tetete Ni Kolivuti

Tetete Ni Kolivuti (which means ‘hill of prayer’) is the headquarters of the Community of the Sisters of the Church in Solomon Islands. I visited TNK back in September and this is a little ballad about this wonderful place.

The soldiers arrived in ’42
With their guns and their packs and their marching boots too
They unloaded their ships and they made their way through
In search of a place to call home
They built a new hill on a flat piece of ground
Cleared the coconut trees from the bush all around
Made a fortified lookout on top of the mound
At Tetete ni Leleu – the Hill of War

The sisters arrived in 71,
The trees had returned now the soldiers had gone
They faithfully followed as God led them on
In search of a place to call home
They built their first chapel up on the hill there
The community grew as together they shared
what little they had with compassion and care
At Tetete ni Kolivuti – the Hill of Prayer

The flood waters rose in ’23
Submerging the land all the way to the sea
And the people all round had to climb up the trees
In search of a place to call home
The hill was an island for several days
Like Noah and Jonah the sisters all prayed
In the swirling of waters as together they stayed
At Tetete lia Kokomu – the Island Hill

For nearly a century the hill has stood
Through war and disaster, through wildfire and flood
As a beacon of light and a wellspring of good
Tetete Ni Kolivuti
This community of sisters still hold on to the spark
in this hill which has been an island, a refuge, an ark,
In a turbulent world where so much is dark
From the hill of war came the hill of prayer
The island hill is still standing there
Tetete Ni Kolivuti (the Hill of Prayer)

(c) Rich Clarkson 2025

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Stars

New Song: Stars
This was inspired by a line from Shakespeare that goes
“At first I did adore a twinkling star
But now I worship a celestial sun”

Once I loved a star so distant in the sky
Delicate and far away, so far away that I
Could never reach her
I lost my heart to some celestial creature

Once I loved a bird so high up in the air
Never was a word between us ever really shared
But I could hear her
I lost my heart just trying to get near her

Once I loved a star, a bird, an ocean and a flower
The wonders of the universe so far beyond my power
They stole my heart and kept it safe
until the day when she would give it back to me
Well I wasn’t ready then but now I am and now I know
That reaching out in love is how our hearts begin to grow
And somewhere in the waiting and the wondering
Love will come to you

Once I loved the sea so bountiful and deep
Vast and wild and free I could not ever truly keep
Her or her treasure
I lost my heart in depths I could not measure

Once I loved a flower blooming in a field
I gazed at her for hours but her secrets remained sealed
I could know know her
I lost my heart endeavouring to grow her

Chorus

Once I loved a girl so beautiful and fair
Her voice was like a bird and she had flowers in her hair
Her eyes were starlight
She swept me off my feet like waves at twilight

Now I love a star, a bird, an ocean and a flower
The wonders of the universe so far beyond my power
She stole my heart and kept it safe
until the day when she will give it back to me
Well I wasn’t ready then but now I am and now I know
That reaching out in love is how our hearts begin to grow
And one day when the stars align and constellations roar
And the ocean breakers lay their treasures gently on the shore
And the flowers bloom and bird song rises sweeter than before
Love will come to you

(c) 2025 Rich Clarkson

Photo by NASA Hubble Space Telescope on Unsplash

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Chronicles

I’ve been reading Bob Dylan’s autobiography ‘Chronicles’ and as I was reading it I found 5 Argentinian Pesos in it which I’ve been using as a bookmark and which felt very fitting for a Dylan book. I wrote this song inspired by a mix of the book and the 5 Peso note!

There’s a hurricane howling off on the horizon
Building like a brass band’s roar
The change in the weather’s no longer surprising
Cos nothing stays the same any more
and I’m sitting here waiting and watching and writing
and wondering when it’s time to go
The lights are flickering and faltering and fading
like fireflies after the show

There’s a train that’s thundering off in the distance
Heading for who knows where
I had my chances and I know that I missed them
They could have taken me there
Now I’m stuck in the dirt and the dust of the desert
and I’m drowning in my dreams
But something inside is still there saying
“it isn’t all that it seems”

So I pick up my pack and I grab my guitar
And I set out towards the sun
Don’t know where I’m heading but I know that it’s far
Away from where I’ve begun
With five pesos I pull from my pocket that I found
in the back of a borrowed book
I buy my ticket, can I also buy forgiveness
for all those mistakes that I took

So I’m out on the road now, this is my life
I’m nothing but a travelling man
I don’t have a home or a gun or a knife
Just a guitar and an unravelling plan
I’m a no-one, a nothing, I never was here,
and here’s where I’ll forever be
I’ve slipped through the cracks of the railroad tracks
and I find that I’m finally free, finally I’m free

(c) Rich Clarkson 2025

Photo by Grant Durr on Unsplash

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Acrobat

I’m not quite sure where this song came from, other than I mentioned a trombone piece called “The Acrobat” in a sermon recently and the music has been on the music stand in my study, clearly seeping into my subconscious!

Without her coat and hat
She tumbles from her flat
Like some strange acrobat
And after that
She sets off down the street
On someone else’s feet
Her tightrope walk complete
So bittersweet

And even though her world is upside down
And she’s falling with the puppeteers and clowns
And though the crowds cheering her on
can see there’s something wrong
They think it’s somehow all part of the show
Little do they know

She’s up on her trapeze
And looking down she sees
The rubble and debris
That used to be
The life she thought she knew
So comfortable and true
But now she swings right through
To something new

She’s coming in to land
As time flows like the sand
Slipping through her hand
She understands
That all there is to know
Is nothing but a show
And when the curtains close
It’s time to go
© Rich Clarkson 2025

Photo by Robin Battison on Unsplash

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Protest Song

I’ve been listening to a lot of Bob Dylan recently, since watching the film ‘A Complete Unknown’, and inspired by his protest songs have had a go at writing my own!

Where are the poets, the prophets the priests and the kings
Lending their voices to those who can no longer sing
Do they have the courage to meet this hour
Exchanging their platforms of privilege and power
For a better, more beautiful world where we all can be free

How do the men making millions off misery sleep
When their bedsheets are washed with the tears of the many who weep?
The merchants of war who would rather we bleed
Than exchange their selfishness, power, and greed
For a better more beautiful world where we all can be free

Why are the women still wailing and when will they see
Their long promised justice roll in like the waves on the sea?
In the face of oppression still they persist
Replacing a world filled with prejudice
With a better more beautiful world where we all can be free

Who are the people who profit while the planet burns?
Spreading pollution and lies without any concerns
Blaming our problems on refugees
While the billionaire conmen steal whatever they please
From the better more beautiful world where we all can be free

Where are the poets, the prophets, the priests and the kings
The ones who believe in the promise of what tomorrow may bring
The hopers and dreamers working to see
A brighter tomorrow where together we’ll be
The poets and prophets and priests and kings and queens
Of a better more beautiful world where we all can be free

(c) Rich Clarkson 2025

Photo by Nikoloz Gachechiladze on Unsplash

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Better Place

Going through a little ‘protest song’ writing phase – here’s a fun one inspired by Frank Turner

I just want to write a song to make the world a better place
Something you can sing along to with a smile upon your face
When the world is going wrong and everything is a disgrace
I just want to sing a song to make the world a better place
Do do do do do do do (x4)

I don’t really wanna write another angry song for you
Climate change and genocide and hate can leave you feeling blue
Everything is all the time I find it overwhelming too
So I don’t really wanna sing another angry song for you
Do do do…

All I want to do is try and write a song and have some fun
I can’t change the world and nor can you but if we work as one
Spreading kindness and compassion we will see what can be done
All I want to do is try and sing a song and have some fun
Do do do…

I just want to write a song to make the world a better place
Something you can sing along to with a smile upon your face
Maybe sneak a little bit of protest in it just in case
Together we can sing a song then make the world a better place
Do do do…

(c) Rich Clarkson 2025

Photo by Caio Silva on Unsplash

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King of the Acorns

The title of this song, “King of the Acorns”, sat on my notes app on my phone for about 2 years before I finally turned it into a song – I hope it was worth the wait!

Scratch beneath the surface of the earth
It’s his domain that’s he’s claimed
And he returns to it again and again and again
His hidden treasure hoard, safely stored
In woods and in parks
and as the dark winter hardens
The gardens he leaves his mark

He’s the king of the acorns, the king of the trees
The king of the soil and the soul of the seeds
He’s the king of the autumn, king of the spring
King of whatever the winter may bring
He’s the king of the garden, king of the park
King of the dawn and the dusk and the dark
And the light and the day and the night
It’s all his by right
He’s the king of the acorns

Looking down from on high
As the sky collides with the ground
His hide and seek quarry is found
With the instincts of a bloodhound
He knows his labours through the year
Are hidden here and he must clear it all
Before it disappears like morning mist
and schoolboy fears

He’s the king of the acorns…

(c) Rich Clarkson 2025

Photo by Gary Fultz on unsplash.com

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