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Brown Rice and Kerosene- Lyrics

100 YEARS ON

He came in from Melbourne on a Pioneer
An Adelaide morning warm and clear
And a past that wasn't quite within the law
And he opened yet another ten-dollar room
to a broken blind and rising gloom
And a threadbare cotton carpet on the floor
And the muzak piping through the corridor
Played that song he'd heard before
It went, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

A suitcase held with rope and twine
His cleanest shirt and an open mind
A trail of debts to mark where he had been
A million miles of racetracks
And torn tickets on the ground
And his only son cut down
In Phnom Penh green

A police car crawled down Gouger Street
As he looked for some place cheap to eat
It was just another curbside interview
With a warrant out in Adelaide
For a bad decision he once made
Instinct took his tongue and pulled him through
So he left his hotel room that night
In time to make a midnight flight
With a overloaded truckie going east
And the line ran round inside his head
Was it something that his best friend said
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

The billabong's just a grubby pond
It's busy washing ore
The squatter drives a thoroughbred of steel
And if he runs forever
Will his life be all in vain
At least that's how it makes him feel

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
And the truckie pushed the cassette in
As they rumbled through the Grampians
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
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CAUGHT IN THE ACT

Change your name, get a new address
All it takes is gall
Fifty-five bucks a week's no social security at all

It's a form of reprisal, a song of survival
Keep your morals intact
Don't be naive, you're stealing from thieves
It's a matter of tact
Just don't let yourself get caught in the act

Insure your goods with the AMP
Get your house ransacked
Split the cheque and throw a party
When your stuff comes back

It's a form of reprisal, a song of survival
Keep your morals intact
Don't be naive, you're stealing from thieves
It's a matter of tact
Just don't let yourself get caught in the act

Buy a dust coat, have it embroidered
”Ace Removal man”
A Myer’s salesman will sign your form
Then help to load your van

It's a form of reprisal, a song of survival
Keep your morals intact
Don't be naive, you're stealing from thieves
It's a matter of tact
Just don't let yourself get caught in the act

Get yourself a delinquent Bankcard
Make it ANZ
Meet your needs and not your greed’s
Get yourself ahead

It's a form of reprisal, a song of survival
Keep your morals intact
Don't be naive, you're stealing from thieves
It's a matter of tact
Just don't let yourself get caught in the act
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WHERE YA GONNA RUN TO (Schumann)

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?

I just jumped bail on a dope bust mum
And I'm saying goodbye and then the drug squad come
And in the name of the law
They punch him in the jaw
Where ya gonna run to now?

A long white car out of Tullamarine
A government member to the Carribean
And a man with a broom
Yells across the room
Where ya gonna run to now?

Will you have to tell lies when the kids ask you why
The horizon's a blanket of gloom
When the battle lines draw
Which way will you turn

Terania Creek's got a dozer track
And we'll never ever get Lake Pedder back
A director and a graph
And a million dollar laugh
Where ya gonna run to now?

Enrich the oxide out of Port Pirie
And the toxic gases they won't even see
But where ya gonna go
When the North wind blows
Where ya gonna run to now?

And your loungeroom is screening Nationwide
And you've just given blood to the bank
And the books on your shelves
Are a measure of all that you've earned
Will you have to tell lies when the kids ask you why
The horizon's a blanket of gloom
When the battle lines draw
Which way will you turn

Shake me, wake me, tell me it's a dream
I've got a B-52 on my TV screen
And a man in a tie
Pointing to the sky
Where ya gonna run to now

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?
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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
On to Kingoonya huddled dusty by the road
Romantic notions shattered Like the tyres that didn't hack it
This has got to be the country's last frontier
Where a sports car's next to useless Running cattle grids and river beds
We drove a van from 1963

Someone mentioned walkabout And kiss your job goodbye
Just to see the country shimmer through the windscreen
Drinking beer, telling stories While laughter filled the night
And flexi-time's behind you like a bad dream

You got a flat on Anzac Highway And Lawson on your shelf
Its a Southern Comfort, air-conditioned rage
Where a homestead's more than just a cheap print Dangling from a wall
And mateship's more than lines upon a page

We went looking for Australia In between the TV lines
'Cause the ABC just couldn't make it real
Colour documentary From a beanbag on the floor:
Never shows as much as it conceals

A stark and blistered Alice Springs And a river runs with shame
And you wipe the sheets of bulldust from your eyes
Another country's uniform And the mirage it falls apart
To the open gap between the truth and lies

Go and see your country, mate The travel agents scream
Politicians sell it's hard to score a pasttime
Signs and high-wire fences Hold the land where I belong
It's as if I'm in the outback for the last time
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