Singers For The Red Black & Gold
In 1998 "Yil Lull" was released as a single by Singers For The Red Black & Gold. This version was sung by Archie Roach, Paul Kelly, Christine Anu, Judith Durham, Kutcha Edwards, Renee Geyer and Tiddas with the music performed by Stephen Hadley (Paul Kelly Band, Professor Ratbaggy) (bass), Bruce Haymes (Paul Kelly Band, Professor Ratbaggy) (keyboards), Spencer P. Jones (guitar), Peter Luscombe (drums), Shane O'Mara (Paul Kelly Band, Rebecca's Empire, Tim Rogers and the Temperance Union) (guitar). This version also appeared on a compilation for the 2000 Olympics called Our Island Home (2000, Festival Mushroom Records).
- "Yil Lull" (1998) White/Mushroom
- Singers For The Red Black & Gold - "Yil Lull" (Joe Geia)
- Christine Anu - "Island Home (The Chant Mix)" (Neil Murray)
- Blackfire - "Got To Be A Chance" (Grant Hansen)
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