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Your Own History
06:15
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Your Own History
Mannalargenna never went home
Simply tricked, into leaving the country he owned
To Wybalenna Mission, on Flinders Isle
Water surrounding the place for miles
So well equipped, so hidden, so windswept and bare
On the island, no ceremony or language was spoken there
The picket fences that confined him were as pearly gates
He died looking south to his homeland, his fate
When your spirit is gone
God will take you first and be done
Its just best, to deny your own history
Truganini did what she could
She saw death everywhere that she looked
Extinction was upon her, her choices were few
She chose life, so tell me, what would you do?
It’s a high price to pay
It just eats you up every day
Just deny, keep denying your own history
The Last Mohican, the last native face
What a comfort it must be to call us the dying race
Our skulls and our bones went to your institutions
To make it look like it was just evolution
No such thing as the last one, we cried
For the murder, good intentions, and lies
Keep denying your own history
The white fella leapfrogged his way across the land
A land grab, a fever, a Christian and righteous rampage
Destroying evidence, and those that fought for their homes
These are the facts that will never leave you alone
To move the whole place forward
Without any hope of any earthly reward
Recognise its your own, your own history
Coz we somehow survived
On the islands, we just didn’t die
We’re still here
To remind you of your own history
Our children don’t see the facts in the history books
Coz the facts were erased, or just overlooked
Invasion, not settlement is the countrywide story
You are the victors, but not covered in glory
Drown it in alcohol
As you breath your freeman’s air
We’re still here
To remind you of your own history
For to always deny is just to slowly to die
Take your time, just recognize your own history
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Wind In My Head
03:23
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Wind In My Head
Wind In My head
Wide open heart
I stumble on
Ancient paths
Tracing circles
In a random way
There is method
To the prey
Beside a river
On an empty beach
Any place is within reach
Hold this moment
Hold it clear
Can you tell what happened here?
I see the old ones
I see them proud
I feel their love still in this ground
Foot prints beneath
The city streets
I hear them closing
In my sleep
Walking forward
With the past
All the songs are in the stars
A forest temple
A mirrored lake
In open desert
I kneel and pray
We were bequeathed
A sacred land
But there are few
Who understand
Keep it decent
Keep it whole
Don’t make a fist
of freedom’s home
I see the old ones
I see them proud
I feel their love still in this ground
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First Fleet
05:30
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First Fleet
The gods were smiling
On the South Pacific dream
They said give that man a tall ship
And a star to set him free
The ship sat low
In the hills of the sea
Had to bear that human cargo
That was screaming to be free
The southerly blew us off course
Into the bay at Eden
I saw the humpback he was cruising there
We took a longboat out to see him
Gonna take things slow
Our pockets filled with fool’s gold
Poor fellow my country
Nothing gets through
Nothing gets through to you
The land was so golden
Yielded like the touch of silk
The colony had no supplies
Treason flowed like buttermilk
The plains were rusty and wide
The sun a piece of coal in the sky
We were just following the invader’s code
And the road was straight ahead
Under the motherland’s flag
We committed murder and mayhem
Good Old God and Country’s
Gonna come for us again
How many knighthoods does it take to ease your mind
Because we became lords and ladies then
Or did we?
Gonna take things slow
Our pockets filled with fool’s gold
Poor fellow my country
Nothing gets through
Nothing gets through to you
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It Must Be Adieu
05:23
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It Must Be Adieu
From the mangroves of Botany Bay
He could see the tall ships sway
Stormtrooper, skin and bone
Just fighting for his home
Eora Man
Clever Man
I see the shadows playing
I hear sweet sounds, no mayhem
You're moving
You're travelling
Must be adieu
It must be adieu
There’s no hospital bed
That could contain you
With buckshot in your skull
And a leg iron you still ran
Coz payback was your code
The chessboard pieces set
The endgame played, so deft
You had to go to sleep
To breathe the freeman’s air
Eora Man
Clever Man
I see the shadows playing
I hear no sounds no mayhem
You're moving
You're travelling
Must be adieu
It must be adieu
Few history books contain it
No name in lights, no faking it
No movement, so quiet
It must be adieu
It must be adieu
Must be adieu
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Jim Moginie Sydney, Australia
Jim Moginie’s 45 year contribution to Midnight Oil cannot be understated. Solo projects include The Family Dog, Australian Chamber Orchestra, Electric Guitar Orchestra, Murmurations, The Tinkers. He is a record producer, mixer, collaborator, recording studio owner (Oceanic Studio) and film composer. ... more
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