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Media Lies
02:04
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Was Col Winchester more of a human being than any of us?
Look at Dave Gundy & Rodney King, does it seem a bit sus?
The media say what the police want, the government what their buyers want.
If Peter Clack says we’re criminals, then Peter Clack lies.
If he says we’re not standing up for peace, it’s another media lie.
What can a few hundred protesters do against uniforms, batons & shields?
Police commissioner says torture doesn’t exist, the Police lie.
Says the ombudsman will sort it all out, another government lie.
How can we believe these people who have always lied to us?
The media lie-i-i-i-i-i-iiiee!
What did you see on the television?
What’s inside your head?
What did you hear on the radio?
What’s inside your head?
What did you read in the Canberra Times?
What’s inside your head?
What did you see scrawled up on the wall?
What’s inside your head?
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Xenophobic State
01:47
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So you’ve booked your expensive holiday up to the sunshine state.
Expensive cars & skyscrapers, i bet you just can’t wait.
Even though the gerrymanders gone, there’s still a lot left to see.
As you see scrawled on the pub dunny wall, as you go in to pee.
Welcome to the xenophobic state,
I think you’ll like it here,
it’s the fifty-third state, of America.
We couldn’t sell Fraser Island off, so we’ll sell Shoalwater instead.
Made Daintree a national park ‘cos we had to gain some cred.
Everybody here thinks like you and so it all should be.
So sit back while the new world order makes a joke of democracy.
Welcome to the xenophobic state,
I think you’ll like it here,
it’s the fifty-third state, of America.
If you like to swim through tourists, then give Southbank a go.
Weep, mourn and take pictures of the bits once owned by Joh.
Now that you’ve run out of cash, it’s time that you went home.
You’ll come up here, summer next year,
to the great American clone.
Welcome to the xenophobic state,
I think you’ll like it here,
it’s the fifty-third state, of America.
Welcome to the xenophobic state,
I think you’ll like it here,
it’s the fifty-third state, of America.
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Apathy
03:35
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I can't believe what i saw here today.
Where's the sincerity? It's silenced by shame.
Too drug fucked for action,
well what's that meant to mean?
More bashings in a Redfern police cell,
whilst we're locked away in our self oppressed shells.
When the noose is round our necks,
where will our ideals be?
When you look around to see who will listen to you
& you can't find many that will.
Remember oppression
won't always wear the same face.
If you know that it's shit
when you're told to calm down,
why should you justify that to the junkies crown?
When the shit starts to hit the fan,
where will our strength be gone?
Another activist is silenced by fear,
"What can I do?" you say & swig on your beer,
While all the more batons
are being brought down on what's left of justice.
When you look around to see who will listen to you
& you can't find many that will.
Remember oppression
won't always wear the same face.
Authority comes in more than a few forms.
Of course we don't need any more bloody laws,
Does every generation have to follow the one before?
I can't believe what I saw here today.
Where's the sincerity?! It's silenced by shame.
Too drug fucked to give a shit,
well fuck, that means shit to me.
When you look around to see who will listen to you
& you can't find many that will.
Remember oppression
won't always wear the same face.
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Blackleg Miner
02:33
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It's in the evening after dark,
when the blackleg miner creeps to work
in his moleskin pants & dirty shirt,
there goes the blackleg miner.
Well he grabs his duds & down he goes,
to hue the coal that lies below.
There's not a woman in the town who will
look at the blackleg miner.
Delaval is a terrible place,
they rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
& around the heaps they run a foot race
to catch the blackleg miner.
Dinnae (don't) go near the Seghill mine,
across the way they stretch the line,
to catch the throat & break the spine,
of the dirty blackleg miner.
Well they grab his duds & his picks as well
& haul him down in a pit of hell.
Down you go & fare ye well,
you dirty blackleg miner.
It's in the evening after dark,
when the blackleg miner creeps to work.
In his moleskin pants & dirty shirt,
there goes the blackleg miner.
So join the union while you may
& don't wait till your dying day.
'Cause that may not be far away,
you dirty blackleg miner.
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6. |
Another Way
02:22
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Yes it's nice, yes it's beautiful,
a life of enlightenment, a pipe of hash
& ideas to match on how my life should be.
Well look here brother, it's easy to do,
to rot away under control.
Forget the past and have a blast,
destroy your heart & soul.
You see no other way, you don't care anyway.
You can't hear anyone say, there might be another way.
Can't handle the shame, don't want the blame,
form a clique you'll be right.
It's the system's game, if you do the same,
your future won't look too bright.
Capitalism in miniature, false essentials that you buy,
go towards making fat the ones that we despise.
You see no other way, don't give a shit anyway.
You can't hear anyone say, there might be another way.
It's used to be cred all in your head,
but now you're pathetically caught.
I just can't laugh 'cos over half are closer to the bone.
You shut us out, but come the clout,
who'll be the first to go?
Although you've heart it before,
I think now's the time to find some seeds & sow.
To find another way & not to turn away
To find another way & not to turn away
You see no other way, you don't care anyway.
You can't hear anyone say, there might be another way.
You see no other way, you don't care anyway.
You can't hear anyone say, there might be another way.
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Civilised
02:24
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As you drag your arses through the dirt,
you're wearing plastic shirts
& all the people that you hurt but you don't know.
All your fucking hotels giving
pamphlets to the natives,
giving hairspray to the ugly nomad girls.
You're buying postcards of quaint native blacks
to send to your suburban friends,
while by the river two more children die.
The rusted out car bodies scattered
round a single water tank,
there, but we don't see or seem to care.
And we take no responsibility at all!
Colour photos are exactly that
you'll never feel the loneliness,
won't recognise the anger in their eyes.
Clumsy feet that trample sacred ground,
won't feel the sadness, hear the sounds,
forty-thousand years of life now blown apart.
The fences run through the sand,
around the people & their land,
won't keep away the smell of life's decay.
Red graffiti covers sacred lines,
of countless billions people's lives,
that theatrette’s & slide shows can't regain.
YET YOU CALL YOURSELVES CIVILISED!
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8. |
This Concerns Everybody
03:22
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Well Eddie McCarthy's parents cried
when they took him away & didn't bring him back.
Found his knees were on the ground
& a sheet around his neck.
They said he killed himself,
I know you can't kill yourself like that.
This concerns everybody here, Aboriginal & white.
This concerns everybody here, Aboriginal & white.
Kim Pollack he was punched to death
by four cops one night when he was drunk.
The official report said he died of his own accord.
What they didn't know was the witness
that they thought was asleep say everything.
This concerns everybody here, Aboriginal & white.
This concerns everybody here, Aboriginal & white.
And it happened again one Christmas eve
in a Laverton lock up.
The cops pulled up twelve Nunga's drink driving,
& bashed them all to death.
Too many, far too many to die like that!
This concerns everybody here, Aboriginal & white.
This concerns everybody here, Aboriginal & white.
In a Fremantle prison a black man was heard
calling out for a toilet pan.
When the screws entered the cell
the screaming stopped,
he was never heard from again.
Can you guess what happened?
Just try & guess what happened!!
This concerns everybody here, Aboriginal & white.
This concerns everybody here, Aboriginal & white.
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Thugs & Terrorist were a political punk, folk, rock band based in Canberra in the early/mid nineties.
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