Don't You Love Australia
Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 6:42 am
Greetings forum members and may 2005 bring you all some experiences of inspiration and communal joy.
I have been absent for some months largely due to computer problems and lack of time to be bothered fixing them. Now I am back on line with a newly formatted drive and hopefully it will be some time or not at all that system corruption (or constipation) catches up with this old computer again. I have been busy teaching the rudiments of musical expression to adolescents once again and this has been both rewarding and frustrating. Such is the trials of engaging an old chap with youth and hoping for an educated outcome!
During these past months of school service I have snatched a few moments to write a verse or 2; thus we have a recent song of some wry observations by an aging troubador on his land of birth.
Don't You Love Australia.
I remember well my younger days
Long summers and the old F.J.
Malibu boards and Seaford waves
Life and youth would forever stay.
From the cities on the coastal fringe
To the dusty, dry outback
We make our way down urban streets
On up the Birdsville track.
Chorus (a) Ah don't you love Australia
Blue skies and surfing breaks
Land of the perennial player
Beers, bar-b-ques, and sunbakes.
The myths and dreams we propagate
Mateship we hold so dear
The authority we abrogate
Stolen children we do not hear.
We settle into comfort zones
Spoon fed by pollies tricks
Through colour tellys in our homes
Behind walls of neuro' bricks.
Chorus (b) But don't you love Australia
Long hot summers by the sea.
The wide expansive azure
Where everyone wants to be.
Profits from the yellow-cake
Yeah we're sellin' it to the world
Hoping it won't return to us
As missiles self-propelled.
This land we guard so jealously
Stolen from the blacks
Who maintain a parkland embassy
In the capital of heart attacks.
Chorus (a)
As willing we follow Uncle Sam
From war to war pell mell
The middle east to Vietnam
On the rough highway to hell.
Poor old Ned, the matilda's waltz
Dark blood stains on the wattle
The Aussie dream, faith gone false
The common spirit- in a bottle.
Chorus (b) (c) J.W. 2004.
The music is an up tempo R&B style (almost) with a simple 4/4 rock beat.
Cheers, Witty Owl.
I have been absent for some months largely due to computer problems and lack of time to be bothered fixing them. Now I am back on line with a newly formatted drive and hopefully it will be some time or not at all that system corruption (or constipation) catches up with this old computer again. I have been busy teaching the rudiments of musical expression to adolescents once again and this has been both rewarding and frustrating. Such is the trials of engaging an old chap with youth and hoping for an educated outcome!


Don't You Love Australia.
I remember well my younger days
Long summers and the old F.J.
Malibu boards and Seaford waves
Life and youth would forever stay.
From the cities on the coastal fringe
To the dusty, dry outback
We make our way down urban streets
On up the Birdsville track.
Chorus (a) Ah don't you love Australia
Blue skies and surfing breaks
Land of the perennial player
Beers, bar-b-ques, and sunbakes.
The myths and dreams we propagate
Mateship we hold so dear
The authority we abrogate
Stolen children we do not hear.
We settle into comfort zones
Spoon fed by pollies tricks
Through colour tellys in our homes
Behind walls of neuro' bricks.
Chorus (b) But don't you love Australia
Long hot summers by the sea.
The wide expansive azure
Where everyone wants to be.
Profits from the yellow-cake
Yeah we're sellin' it to the world
Hoping it won't return to us
As missiles self-propelled.
This land we guard so jealously
Stolen from the blacks
Who maintain a parkland embassy
In the capital of heart attacks.
Chorus (a)
As willing we follow Uncle Sam
From war to war pell mell
The middle east to Vietnam
On the rough highway to hell.
Poor old Ned, the matilda's waltz
Dark blood stains on the wattle
The Aussie dream, faith gone false
The common spirit- in a bottle.
Chorus (b) (c) J.W. 2004.
The music is an up tempo R&B style (almost) with a simple 4/4 rock beat.
Cheers, Witty Owl.