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by John Williamson
Dingo, Dingo - why you runnin' scared? Dingo, Dingo - why you runnin' scared? Guard dog of the mountains Keepin' the rats from eatin' it all away Dingo, Dingo - koori warragul Dingo, Dingo - koori warragul Guard dog of the plains Keepin' the sheep from eatin' it all away Dingo, Dingo - why you get so mad? Dingo, Dingo - why you get so mad? Guard dog of the desert Keepin' the roos from eatin' it all away |
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by John Williamson
Where ancient mountains are whittled down Millions of years to a little mound Where giant feet are fossil found I see spinifex surfing on a dune, The rock is redder in the afternoon Tourists clicking madly soon Where spring will come with any rain A chance to flower and seed again Forever garden risin' plain The dangers of the wild remain And away up there where the wind is blown Never before felt so alone More aware of skin and bone I watch the parade of human folk Strips of rubber, cans of Coke Making dust and blowing smoke Where the awe-inspiring power of time Leave some fearful, some sublime White man finds his progress prime Black man feels no urge to climb Now I believe we all are one Features and creatures in the sun Breathing the air we all belong I have a dream I can't explain Wattle soldiers, making claim And paradise returns again |
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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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