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Nullarbor
04:26
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I pack my boot up and drive
Everything that’s necessary for my life
My jack, tools and tyre repair kit
It makes me look the part
But in Bridgestone I will sit
Driving through the quiet rural towns
A novelty sized fruit stands with nobody around
The cattle station hums into the night
But I ain’t seen nothing yet, 'ya see?
The sun at my back when I wake
My brain see-saws
Is this a big mistake?
Constant phone calls ring out
It's nothing personal
I just need a people drought
The mesmerising ocean dances slow
Tormenting the great desert with its tantalising show
The UHF, it crackles hard
And I’ve only got this far, 'ya see?
And I’ve only got this far
I’m hoping for a grand epiphany
That comes to me
I’m struggling
But if I trek a little further
Into the dust
Into the bush
I’m stuck
But it's something I will feel
In my guts and in my blood
I want to rattle my own cage
And I’ll keep on rolling 'til its done
Nowhere to be and I got time to kill
Nowhere to be and I got time to kill
Nowhere to be and I got time to kill
Nowhere to be and I got time to kill
And I got time to kill
I’m hoping for a grand epiphany
That comes to me
I’m struggling
But if I trek a little further
Into the dust
Into the bush
I’m stuck
But its something I will feel
In my guts and in my blood
I want to rattle my own cage
And I’ll keep on rolling 'til its done
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Small Town Pub
02:48
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What’s our identity?
Stubby shorts and a culture cut short
Shane Warne on the telly
That’s our identity
Out of sight and out of mind
Does that work in the dead of the night?
Confusion lies
On stolen land
What did we build from?
Who dealt this hand?
Ciggie smoke in a small town pub
Footy's on
Rough as guts
Ghosts of the gums
Are calling back
And the crack of the gun
Keeps ringing back
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Backyard
03:46
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Grandpa said son, real men don’t hold guns
They’re humble with grace
And they shield their loved ones
Hold your own he said
And bow to no one’s head
Help when you have impulse
And address the things that you dread
Don’t you feel embarrassed
And never feel ashamed
For sticking up for others who can’t defend their name
I am nothing without the wind behind my back
But it’s the wind that blows
That keeps me on my track
But where this wind comes from
Is not like a sea breeze
It flows constantly
From those close to me
I walk through an old yard
My friends in different rooms
A demon in their hands
They've taught me much under the great full moon
A complex series of unforeseen events
Divert my feet with every accident
It's humbling to know our control only goes so far
I am nothing without the wind behind my back
But it’s the wind that blows
That keeps me on my track
But where this wind comes from
Is not like a sea breeze
It flows constantly
From those close to me
It flows constantly
From those close to me
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