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Water Tank
03:52
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Take it year by year,
Something you might want to hear.
What's the difference? Do it tomorrow.
Less time wasted, less time borrowed
on interest.
Take it year by year,
Water to swallow the idea.
What's the point in putting it off
When in the meantime, all we do
Is talk?
On and on again.
Give it time, ain't no way out.
Take it year by year,
Jump for joy. Shed a tear.
Funding for fireworks overhead;
Not enough for new hospital beds.
Take it day by day,
Won't let this year go to waste.
Still, like playing stuck in the mud.
December's asking:
What have you done?
On and on again.
Give it time, ain't no way out.
Give it time, soon you'll see
That in time, few things play out,
Given time, as you mean.
Don't look so surprised.
Sure feels good to be alive when
Bursts of grand ambition
Promise us prestige,
And this year it's
Gonna be on me.
Give it time, ain't no way out.
Give it time, soon you'll see
That in time, few things play out,
Given time, as you mean.
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2. |
Brumby
02:37
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Shipped with the first fleet,
A mammal, fleet of foot,
Runs Kosciusko free,
Mangles the turf under-hoof.
That colt from Old Regret,
That wild band up the range,
Blighted the land they'd tread,
Running acres all untamed.
Shipped with the first fleet,
A mammal, fleet of foot,
Runs Kosciusko free,
Mangles the turf in the bush.
See the dead earth at the start,
See a dead horse at the end.
Now an Anglo avatar.
This land will never be the same again.
Land dies. No matter.
The Feral Horse Heritage Act is here to protect
Your precious, Banjo Patterson-esque mythology.
Land dies. No matter.
Shipped with the first fleet,
A mammal, fleet of foot,
Runs Kosciusko free,
Mangles the turf under-hoof.
That colt from Old Regret
That wild band up the range.
See the dead earth at the start,
See a dead horse at the end.
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3. |
Salamanca
03:22
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High hopes. Expectations.
Where lovers trade affection,
By a teary punter in the gutter.
Blurred sight in a drunken haze.
The boys go blind with the male gaze; it's
All lust and bloodlust.
It's the reason you're there:
To pose a threat.
See these violent means,
Through to riotous ends,
And if they didn't see you,
Then you didn't do it.
Hearts, fists, slurs collide on
Muffled disco from outside,
Where the bouncer clutches power.
Hot-blooded. So distraught.
Someone's gonna answer for. They're
Gonna feel it like you feel it.
Strangers copulate,
By the docks over yonder;
Disturbing oil rainbows
In the polluted water.
And if you didn't see them,
Then they didn't do it.
Georgian sandstone, such a scene, like
Moving Bayeaux Tapestry.
And in the passenger's seat
Of a crowded taxi,
You retreat from the skirmish
For sanctuary.
If nobody saw you,
Then you weren't there.
Say say, Salamanca.
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4. |
Boys Dug In
04:31
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Cognac in the morning, and
Caviar at the briefing,
All aboard, afloat in the Aegean.
Hamilton, Birdwood, Braithwaite,
Bestir themselves from bedsheets,
To arrange men in the thrall of fighting
For God, King and Country.
Statuesque to the end,
Blood and dew fill in the trench.
More and more to the maw,
What to do but carry on?
The lines of aimed Lee Enfields, and
Hills hung over ANZAC,
Or the jagged jaws of the beartrap,
Shake like Ares' shoulders.
Atop, a teenage soldier
Stands-to, bated-breath, awaiting orders.
If only he could see it:
His name on an RSL plaquette.
Statuesque to the end,
Blood and dew fill in the trench.
More and more to the maw,
What to do but carry on?
You say service is the pinnacle of duty,
And our heroes are born in the fray,
But it was only ever for a white digger.
Statuesque to the end,
Blood and dew fill in the trench.
More and more to the maw,
What to do but carry on?
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