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Under The Motherland's Flag EP

by Jim Moginie

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
First Fleet 05:30
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
4.
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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Under The Motherland’s Flag

I wanted to put out an EP of songs that had a binding lyrical narrative, on the theme of Australia’s indigenous people. Also wanted to release these tunes on Australia Day 2017 and mark the fact that as one side celebrates and the other mourns, that is not cause for any celebration at all. Change the date.
Recorded in my studio over a few months last winter 2016 with engineer Andy Vinall.

Your Own History (Jim Moginie)

Bruce Pascoe is an Australian Indigenous writer, from the Bunurong clan. After reading Bruce’s work, I was inspired to write this. His work reveals that before the arrival of Europeans, Aboriginal people had agriculture, stone dwellings and fish traps which puts to rest the notion that Aboriginal people were nomadic, a lie that enabled the invaders to explain away the sudden disappearance of our original inhabitants. And the effect that this unspoken fact has had on the psyche of the Australian way of life.
The song took a while to write, and was recorded simply with bouzouki, harmonium and acoustic bass.

Wind In My Head (Neil Murray/Jim Moginie)

Co-written with Neil Murray, my favourite Australian songman. Based on a bouzouki lick that I played that Neil liked, we put it together in a hotel room in Darwin after one of our duo shows. Neil finished the lyrics a few weeks later and sent them on to me.

The song explores the memory held by the land, memory of the people and previous inhabitants, moving through the landscape as if in a dream. It’s full evocative lines like ‘I see the old ones, I see them proud, I see their love still in this ground’ and ‘a forest temple, an empty beach, any place is within reach’.
I recorded it with Sydney’s Lozz Benson who added drums, footstomps, percussion and backing vocals.

First Fleet (Jim Moginie)

This song is a lost song written in the mid 1990’s which was part of an abandoned ‘ROCK OPERA’. Some of the other songs from this work ended up on Midnight Oil’s album ‘Capricornia’. Again with Lozz on drums, I love this drum track. I played the other instruments.

By trying to educate Aboriginal people with European customs, the Europeans presumed their culture was a civilising influence, whereas it was much more barbaric that the culture it sought to eradicate.

It Must Be Adieu (JIm Moginie)

Inspired by the story of Pemulwuy, an Eora man who grew up in Botany Bay and fought the white man after spearing the soldier MacIntyre as payback for killing Aboriginal people. He was a warrior in the uncommemorated civil war that happened with the arrival of the Europeans. Known as a cleverman for his ability to evade arrest, his bushcraft and most famously his escape from a prison hospital wearing a leg iron with a buckshot wound to his head.

I had the piano piece recorded separately, very much in the style of an Irish slow air, and managed to marry it to the song with a bit of editing.

credits

released January 26, 2017

Jim Moginie: vocals, guitars, guitzouki, harmonium, Ernie Ball bass, piano, synth, Hammond C3
Lozz Benson: Drums, percussion and backing vocals
Produced by Jim Moginie
Recorded by Andy Vinall
Mixed by Brent Clark
Recorded and mixed at Oceanic Studio, Sydney, Australia
Mastered by Steve Smart @ Studios 301
All songs Moginie. Published by SONY ATV except
Wind In My Head: Neil Murray/Jim Moginie
Universal Music Publishing/Sony ATV
Cover art by Paul Ryan
Reverberama Records

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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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