Emana yo yo yo yo (and, “Radio Paradise”)

I wrote the other day that I had been listening to this song while writing.

But I didn’t, really, listen to it. Until now.

Every so often, a song lodges itself in my ears, in my mind, in my heart.

I’ve been playing this song on a loop, reading the lyrics, tears in my eyes.

Sure, there’s lots of stuff going on in my life, but that’s one of the things I most love about music: how it can provide a venue for the sideways expression of the emotions we have, the emotions we long to have, the emotions we long not to have.

I can’t tell you what the chorus (“Hey mana yo yo yo yo” or “Emana yo yo yo yo”) means. My web-surfing has led me to two possibilities: that “Emana” is Xavier Budd’s aboriginal name, or that “mana” is an aboriginal word for a red-tailed black cockatoo.

But man. I dare you to listen to this song and not tear up. And listen to the lyrics. Because damn.

And a postscript: I learned of this song – as I do of so much great music – listening to Radio Paradise, listener-supported internet radio. Listen to them. Send them money. They are great. [I wrote about them once before.]


  1. The red tailed black cockatoo is one of my favourite birds (and I am a bird freak so that is saying something!). When I hear their call my heart skips and I get super excited.

  2. Thank you for sharing this song. One of the great tragedies of modern time is the way “enlightened” white men have eroded a culture that was so layered and rich. It breaks my heart to see it struggling to survive.

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