The songs in this section are


W - Rob Hirst
They buried me up to my knees in the cold December ground
The cold came up to get me
Blinding me in my land

In my land

I was landed on this moment
Then was given every chance
To form a healing circle
To doin the living dance of my land

My land

Water's not just a purity
Water's not just the key
It's the melody of panic
Feeds the life of mine throughout our land

Throughout our land

But every action has an opposite reaction
But every lie and equal and opposite lie
And every day is an accident waiting to happen
For every life there's ten more waiting in line

But every action has an opposite reaction
For every life there's ten more waiting in line

Cutting all the tall trees down
And I hope you understand
By the time your children come of age
They're gonna scream out, they're gonna moan
They're gonna cry for their

For their



W - Garrett/Rotsey
Everbody says that loves on special and sale
And everything you've ever wanted, you've got to pay for
It seems so easy and gettable, yes it's real

If you've got money, it's such a steal

Everybody says that life is the number one
But everytime you try to get some, you've gotta buy it
It's all so special, accessible, pretty and nice

It's oh so wonderful at a price

You can rent a life today why worry about the real thing
Pay up new and plug in quick it's easy to co-ordinate
Just credit card the right idea
Why wait around and contemplate
The hidden cost of what you've got
It's better not to.


W - Moginie/Garrett/Rotsey/Hirst
Speed and this there's a feeling I get when I look to the sun
Love it's so tough 'cos it raises your hopes and then it makes you

We're all looking for a shorter day
We're all looking for an easy way
Even when the debts are dead and gone

Down the stairs and an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on
Hear the time clock sing and the smoke in the distance reaches the
eye line
We're all working on a shorter day
We're all looking for an easy way
Even when the debts are dead and gone

No conversation as you got there's so much space the heat moves
Terracotta homes - backyard bar-b-q and eucalyptus smell
It's fine on the clothes line, it's fast food and slow life and
red roof
My silence - comic interruptions
Surely there's some relief from atomic art and the fragile state of world
Events with clowns who love the kings and power and the mutant
media babes
Working on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers
Don't talk to me in this backyard - it's clandestine, it's
Smell of space and now forever I wanna go straight down the exit
eight mile
Attraction u-turn is up and the time clock sings let's go

Lucky country where the geckos are paid to live in the sun
On and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare
Lucky country, lucky country

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