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Yarralumla Wine
See those Guccis and silver Commodores. See those Guccis and silver Commodores. Sold my soul to the CES. They sent my cheque to the wrong address. Running blind, drunk on Yarralumla wine.
Working Girls
She said she came from Portland. Where the ashen skies and leaden ocean. Left her like the local boys, barren of emotion. As we talked we watched the raindrops.
Where Ya Gonna Run To
Mother and child playing on the lawn. It's a middle class home on a Sunday morning. And the mother says, son, where ya gonna run. Where ya gonna run to now?.
The Last Frontier
There's a corrugated highway Leading north from Port Augusta. lined with ratted cars that didn't rate a tow. The Salt plains out of Pimba And your eyes begin to stream.
Ted
On a back block down Salisbury Plains. Ted was born in 1895. Thrust from the loins on to rusty soil. And the cord was cut with a scythe. He said "People there are city folk today.
Still Life
The axe is swift and reckless. Feel the grain, split it wide. Cut away to build the mansions. Of banks and boards in distant hands. The axeman looks to the sun.
Spirit Of The Land
The rivers are dry across the land and the farmers fields have turned to sand. 'Cause the rain hasn't come for two years going on three. The topsoil's gone with the hot north wind, the crops won't grow and rust set in.
Spark Of The Heart
It's a harsh dry land, it breaks your back and scars and gnarls your hands. Now carcasses rot in the sun and dust silts up the dams. Sacked two men when the postie poked those blueys through the flyscreen doors.
So Goodbye
I loved your home at Springfield. And your chauffer-drive Jag. But the afternoons at the yaucht squadron. Rally are a drag. Your country home at Aldgate.
Servin Usa
If everybody in Australia. Perth to Byron Bay. Got on a jumbo. California. Wearin New York t-shirts. Living in LA. Tell Malcolm we're servin. Servin USA.
Poor Ned
Eighteen-hundred & 78 was the year I remeber so well. they put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol. now I don't know whats right or wrong.
Peter The Cabby
Peter's a cabby on Adelaide roads. And in five o'clock traffic that's a hard road to hoe. Hunts for his family in a Holden with a two-way and meter. And there's no air conditioning where he plies his trade.
One More Boring Night In Adelaide
Well it's one more boring Thursday night in Adelaide. And it looks like everybody must have died. There's no one on the streets and nothing on TV. Well I think I'll go and burn my TV guide.
Long Run
Oh You look out your window at the cold grey dawn. It's seven o'clock on a Monday morning. Pour a cup of coffee, better make it a strong one. Weather man on the radio says.
Letter To B.j.
Can you hear me Bjelke-Petersen. From your leather padded chair?. There's a tide outside your door. Steadily rising. It's a simple case of freedom. And a lot of us who care.
Killing Floor
Joe spoke no english but he had a dream. And he saved up most of his pay. To bring his wife and six kids from Lebanon. And settle down here to stay. .
I've Been To Bali Too
Qantas flight 20, Denpasar, meals and accom', rent-a-car. I've been to Bali, I've been to Bali too. . Took a two week course at a suntan clinic. So lying round legian and I wouldn't look anaemic.
I Was Only 19 (a Walk In The Light Green)
Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal. It was a long march from cadets. The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card.
Window To Space
[m. van Dyk: l. Boyarsky]. . There's a kid who sees the world. A selfish kid: a good kid: a good kid. By his own means he knew the price of life. By his own means he knew the price for you.
I Was Only 19
Mum and Dad and Danny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal. It was a long march from cadets. The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card.
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