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Hey true blue dont say your gone say your knocked off for a smoko and you'll be back later on. Hey true blue, Hey true blue. you can turn me straight, face to face, are you really disappearing, just another dying race. Hey true blue, true blue, is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, hey true blue can you bear the load will you tie it up with wire just to keep the show on the road, Hey true blue, Hey true blue. now be fair dinkum, is your heart still there, if they sell us up like sponge cake do you really care, Hey true blue, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when shes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite, True blue, True blue.
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By B. Brown/W. Johnson
I've been around the world A couple of times or maybe more I've seen the sights, I've had delights On every foreign shore But when my mates all ask me The place that I adore I tell them right away Give me a home among the gumtrees With lots of plum trees A sheep or two, a k-kangaroo A clothesline out the back Verandah out the front And an old rocking chair You can see me in the kitchen Cooking up a roast Or Vegemite on toast Just you and me, a cup of tea And later on, we'll settle down And go out on the porch And watch the possums play There's a Safeways up the corner And a Woolies down the street And a brand new place they've opened up Where they regulate the heat But I'd trade them all tomorrow For a little bush retreat Where the kookaburras call Some people like their houses With fences all around Others live in mansions And some beneath the ground But me I like the bush you know With rabbits running round And a pumpkin vine out the back |
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by John Williamson
What am I gonna do - what about the future? Gotta draw the line without delay Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred Ancient life will fade away Over the hill they go, killing another mountain Gotta fill the quota - can't go slow Huge machinery wiping out the scenery One big swipe like a shearer's blow Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin, no news today Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay Remember the axemen knew their timber Cared about the way they brought it down Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood and cedar Build another bungalow - pioneer town I am the bush and I am koala We are one - go hand in hand I am the bush like Banjo and Henry It's in my blood - gonna make a stand Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin, no news today Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin - don't understand Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Stirs my blood - gonna make a stand |
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Galleries of pink galahs
Crystal nights with diamond stars Apricots preserved in jars That's my home Land of oceans in the sun Purple hazes, river gums Breaks your heart when rain won't come It breaks your heart It takes a harsh and cruel drought To sort the weaker saplings out It makes room for stronger trees Maybe that's what life's about Winter's come, the hills are brown Shops are closed, the blinds are down Everybody's leavin' town They can't go on The south wind through verandah gauze Winds and bangs the homestead doors A mother curses dusty floors And feels alone Trucks and bulk bins filled with rust Boy leaves home to make a crust A father's dreams reduced to dust But he must go on Tortured redgums unashamed Sunburnt country wisely named Chisel ploughed and wire claimed But never, never, never tamed Whirlwind swirls a paper high Same old news of further dry Of broken clouds just passing by That's my home Land of oceans in the sun Purple hazes, river gums Breaks your heart when rain won't come It breaks your heart |
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Australians all let us rejoice
For we are young and free We've golden soil and wealth for toil Our home is girt by sea Our land abounds in nature's gifts Of beauty rich and rare In history's page, let every stage Advance Australia Fair In joyful strains then let us sing Advance Australia Fair |
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by John Williamson
I'm just a river crying out You don't love me anymore You float your boats and bottles And spew out on my shore You don't love me anymore Just a river crying out You don't drink me anymore Splash about and swim me Like you did before You don't love me anymore I've given all I can My love has been a flood Flowing through the country Am I not your blood Just waiting for the rain To wash the poison in my veins No, You don't love me anymore You don't love me anymore |
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Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold
We've just come out of the mulga where the plains forever roll And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes And a shower has changed the lustre of his land And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me Everlasting daisies and the beautiful desert rose Where does their beauty come from, heaven knows I could ask the wedgetail, but he's away too high I wonder if he understands, it's wonderful to fly And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me It cannot be described with a picture The mesmerising colours of the Olgas Or the grandeur of the rock Uluru has power And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me |
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Oh there once was a swagman camped in a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Chorus Who'll come a waltzing Matilda my darling Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda and leading a water bag Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Down came the squatter a riding on his thoroughbred Down came the troopers one two three Whose is that jumbuck you've got in the tucker bag You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me But the swagman he up and he jumped into the water hole Drowning himself by the coolibah tree And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the billabong Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me |
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