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Holiday Parks
04:14
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We’ve turned all your rivers from blue to brown
We’ve scared off the tigers and culled all the sharks
Replaced all the roos with sheep and the grass with weeds
We’ll cut down all your trees if we so please
We’ve turned the coast into endless holiday parks
So you can spend all your free weekends
Camped 5 meters down from 10 charming blokes
Who’ll blast ACDC through till 3am
We brought you debt, disease, and asbestos
Along with the dream of a concrete house in the suburbs
Which comes with a decent mortgage, I'm sure you can afford it
If you keep paying till you die
And I feel no ties to so called Australia
A state of England, a British puppet
Full of English rules and British muppets
And unwanted occupation I've been born a part of
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2. |
Eucalypt Stump
04:10
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I take my wonder to the trees
To leafy greens and stringy bark
A pothole takes me to my knees
Now I can see what the ground sees
Hear the buzz of passing flies
As they pass you on your ride
It gets louder when I close my eyes
It gets louder when I close my eyes
I’m clearing out a meadow in the middle of the trees
To build myself space to breathe
I’m hollowing out a great eucalypt stump
To hold all my wants and needs
My wants and my needs
I’ll grow some fruit and barley
My feet will get real hardy
I’ll throw outrageous parties
For the devils and the wallabies
Away from all the wannabees
Living life at breakneck speeds
I’ve taken on early leave
To live in graceless peace
I’m clearing out a meadow in the middle of the trees
To build myself space to breathe
I’m hollowing out a great eucalypt stump
To hold all my wants and needs
My wants and my needs
I’ll do whatever I please
Living in the trees
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3. |
Living Slowly
02:40
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I’m already nostalgic for places I haven’t been yet
Yet I drift absently through those that I’m in
I’m looking forward without minding my step
And tripping over those who I should show love
But I’m learning slowly
And I don’t know where my home is
But it’s somewhere between the land and the sea
In a tall boat or a motorhome
Just somewhere I can sit and be
While living slowly
And I can’t wait for my home to meet my feet
And for all my nostalgia to be sweet
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4. |
Laurels
04:21
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Why do we fight for old fights and fought wars
When all our past scars will still remain pink
What do we long for deep down in our cores
The fruits of this labour have fallen from the vine
How much longer will we strive for nothing
When nothing makes us move on
Cause I don’t need you now
I can’t rest on your laurels
When I fall down
It's not on you to pick me up
How much longer will we strive for nothing
When nothing makes us move on
Cause I don’t need you now
I can’t rest on your laurels
When I fall down
Don’t pick me up
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5. |
Rolling Gait
01:08
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Hamster Wheel
04:55
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Like a moth suspended in orbit
I feel myself making progress
Towards the lights of Earth’s cities
Towards something quite profound
I swear I am making up ground
A hamster turning its wheel
Is steps away from a breakthrough
Where stars align and it makes sense
Where everything glitters and gleams
I’m steps away from all seeing
I’m steps away from not feeling
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7. |
Squalor Hotel
02:17
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A plastic fire, a chipping floor
A rugged warmth, our cosy hell
I miss it more than I tend to say
A squalor hotel by the lake
A world away, yet not far from heart
A weird old love for bricks and mortar
A home of rust, with ones I trust
Our squalor hotel wasn’t too far from the bus
I close my eyes, I smell the sea
I hear all the bikes, I see a full sink
I revel in my luck that I got to sleep
In our squalor hotel by easties reef
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8. |
Toothless Horse
05:32
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Hopped a train headed north
Without a dime to my name
Felt the snow cut through the window
Pull up to stop here please Mr. Conductor
Found a horse with no teeth
Made us some carrot smoothies
Set us on course to the sea
I hope there's a horse ferry
That is, if we ever reach the coast
On our path, we found little hope
Went leaps and bounds, still nothing she wrote
And I'm running out of rope
I'll pay you handsomely to replenish me when I get back
That is, if I ever make it home
The cold circles in
And I’m far too old to grieve
I think I’ve run my course
Set to die next to this toothless horse
Be still, and at ease my dear soul
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Sheep
03:05
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I sense a turning of the tides
I ebb away and cast myself aside again
And I should muster up my muffled cries
And try wide-eyed to break down their deaf ears
I could roll the stone back up that hill
Try to trust my feet, and hold my ground
But I feel those gusting winds buffet me
They shepherd me back to my pen to stay
And I know it’s not dichotomous
But I can't resist to see just two shades of grey
We could rush out to the streets, staunch the police
And get ourselves locked up in chains
Or we could trick our minds to ease, kick up our feet
And drown in our shame.
I could play at their games, fight their wars
Abandon my core and get down on all fours
Bleat away, clothe their feet
make them a warming stew to eat every night and day
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10. |
George's Cross
02:28
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I feel a liminal shake, my balances break
As rage overrides my smile
I’ll push to the side all presence of mind
As it occupies my high
As modernity’s ways carve out the shape
Of these lands that hold us dear
While our heads of state hand a silver plate
To vassals of endless greed
It's a brutal discourse that stems from the source
Stamped down with George’s cross
This British farce, shameless pride in its past
Held up by foolish runts
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11. |
Clean Air
02:40
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A black smoke crawls out of my ears
And I trip and I choke as I try to run clear
Startled with eyes red, not sure how to best cope
My lungs seize up, my heart sinks low
Diving deeper only stirs up more silt
Unhook the bricks from my feet and float back to the surface
Breathe in clean air take a look around me
I’m here held up by those who I love dearly
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12. |
Ankle Breaker
01:38
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My rolling gait wears out my good shoes
It's not something I’d choose
but I don’t mind
I’ll tempt my fate
my ankles may break far before they're due to
But I won’t cry
I’ll land exactly where my legs will take me to
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Willi G TAS, Australia
folk-pop/gnome-rock artist from Lutruwita.
debut album
Clean Air to be released January 2026
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