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ABC Radio's Your Town, Your Song competition

Your Town, Your Song
Jul 30, 2010 Updated Jul 4, 2014

The judges have sung their way through more than 450 entries, championing towns right across Australia, and the winner is... David Crewe! Read his lyric and hear the moment we broke the news...

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Golden Guitar winning songwriter Ian Quinn will add a melody to David's lyrics, then Felicity Urquhart from Saturday Night Country will record the song for broadcast and digital download.

David will get to kick up his heels at the 2011 Tamworth Country Music Festival, with flights, accommodation and selected tickets (including seats at the Golden Guitar Awards) all taken care of.

He'll also be special guest at an exclusive ABC Radio concert, where Felicity will perform the song for the first time live onstage.

Here is David's winning lyric:

'The Magic of Maleny'
By David Crewe

There’s something in the air up here that seems to make you smile,
Not like the crowded city folk where smilin’s out of style.
So when you’re walking down the road strangers still hello you,
And the people in the shops and stores are pleased to get to know you.

I’ve travelled far and travelled wide, crossed every land and sea,
But there’s one place in this great big world that I would rather be.
No matter where I wander, no matter where I roam,
The green hills of Maleny are calling me come home.

Up here you’ll find the peacefulness that any man would seek,
Among the ancient forests and along the Obi creek.
When the sky comes dropping down the world can disappear,
Within the soft embrace of clouds you’ll know that heaven is near

I drink with men whose father’s father’s came here long ago,
To build a life that’s different with no pretentiousness or show.
Why I’m here I’m not so sure I know the reason why,
But there’s something about Maleny – can’t avoid it if you try.
Within this magic hinterland, the places I’ve explored,
I’ve come to think I’m living in the bosom of the Lord.

I’ve travelled far and travelled wide, crossed every land and sea
But there’s one place in this great big world that I would rather be
No matter where I wander, no matter where I roam
The green hills of Maleny are calling me come home

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On Aug 31, 2010. 10:34am
judy panucci said

MY HOME

Morning mist on the river
A low sun casts a warm light ‘cross the flats
Two pelicans skim like Hercs from The Base
A lone rower’s insect legs cut across the water
Loaded trucks shift down to cross the bridge
Engines throb; then growl as lights turn green
It’s my home
It’s my home
Nowra’s home.

Chorus
The morning routine brings a smile
Head to the coast or pause a while?
Coffee’s hot; toast’s on the plate
And your smile brings me home.

Sleepy town awakens; the sun’s climbed through the trees
Off to school, kids laugh and chatter
Cambewarra watches over all
Mid day news on the phone
She’s in labour – doin’ it tough.
Share lunch under Jacarandas
As the river strolls to the sea
Kookaburras call from the gumtops
Laughing truants head to Bomaderry.
In Shoalhaven’s many villages
Neighbours laugh or lean and smile
Tenderly friends farewell a comrade
And a funeral cortege sobs on by.

Chorus
Life’s routine brings some wonder
Drive to the coast or sit at home?
Kettle’s hot ‘n’ hearts are ready
And your face is alive with love

The afternoon shadows stretch and yawn
Phone call at last – mum and baby girl doin’ fine
Your soft tears make me smile as it’s
Night time on the river
A full moon hovers in a Van Gogh sky
Trapped by the bridge’s steely arms
She breaks free and reaches for the stars

Chorus
Another day to bring a smile
All’s right with the world, pause for a while
It’s my home
Nowra’s home
Welcome home.

On Aug 31, 2010. 10:26pm
jolrug said

Townsville Tied
I'm Townsville tied, but I'm southwood bound,
I don't think I'm in love with this life I've found,
And it's nights like these, that I wish I was at home....
You can hide your dreams for another day,
you can shelve your guilt but it won't go away,
And all that dust just seems to lead to mistrust.

chorus
But if you lean on me then lady I'll lean on you.
This bond it will live on between us two,
Cause I'm Townsville Tied,
yeah I'm Townsville Tied.

A common heartache doesn't make much sense
for a loanly town full of loanliness.
I've taken too many soul drives down too many dead ends....
I knew you before I didn't think you'd change,
A country back track my dirty hide away
so they scrubed clean like a bright neon friend,
chorus

bridge
I know you're there, but I don't think you care,
And if I saw you now, I'd only let you down,
yes I'd let you down
Townsville Tied, inside I'm Townsville tied.

On Aug 30, 2010. 7:57pm
martin pattie said

THE LURE

By Martin Pattie © 2010

My Grand-daddy’s Daddy crossed that saddle on Black Mountain
All them pack-track miles, way too many to be countin’
And the whistle of the water in the Little Annan River he could hear

And the Lions Den Pub . . back in 1882
From a perch at the bar with the mountain in view
And the glasses of beer made the dust in his throat disappear

All the bushies told their tales of the spirits of that mountain
‘mongst the coves and the scratchers there was very little doubtin’
That the callin’ of the curlew in the night time came too soon

And the old timber floors of the Lions Den rattled
As the timber cutters chewed through a hundred head o’ cattle
And a hundred weight of tin it was washed by the light of the moon

There was a mountain, and a pub
And a river through the scrub

And the curlew calling whispered screaming near

Now there’s four wheel drives that are corrugation countin’
As they bust off the black top as they’re drivin’ past the Mountain
With their headlights piercin’ through a blanket of Helenvale dust

And the same tin and timber is the Lions Den Pub
While the Annan still flows out the back through the scrub
Where the old tin mine has been smothered by the jungle and the rust

And the Black Mountain boulders - still a big pile o granite
But the tourists think it’s lookin’ like it’s from another planet
And the Murri man won’t even go near the mountain at all

just a handful of K’s over Wallaby Creek
Through a rainforest maze under Finnegan’s Peak
Where the night time still hears the echoin’ curlew call

There’s still a mountain, and a pub
And a river through the scrub

And the curlew calling whispers screaming near

And then the Mountain gets blacker and the flyin’ ants swarm
As the sky closes in and the thunderheads form
And the rumbling river it roars from the mountains high

And still the stories from the bar fill them Mango Trees
While the Annan and The Mountain make you feel unease
And the curlew calls they fill up the night time sky

And the scrub it comes alive with the stories told of tin
When the monsoon comes everybody’s rained in
And there aint no use for a modern day mobile phone

It’s a wild old ride on the Helenvale Track
When the Annan River rises there aint no goin’ back
Mother Nature as she does, always . . . she reclaims her own

Cos there’ll always be . . . a mountain, and a pub
And the Annan River through the scrub

But it’s rainin’ axe handles
And the curlew’s callin’ still

On Aug 30, 2010. 6:17pm
Tom. Griffin said

I inadvertantly neglected to include the title of entry August 28 2:37 PM.

It is:

Cheers Tom.

On Aug 30, 2010. 5:52pm
beswron said

SHE LIVED IN MISSABOTTI

One day I drove up into the hills
I seen Tall trees, Birds and a flowing stream
An unsealed road and breathtaking views
I could describe the place like a dream
A tracker driver then stopped me
He had a pup that he wanted me to pat
A friendly big man an Italian accent
It was an excuse so we can chat

I never got to know his name
He had a daughter that was in the music game
He said she cooked the best spaghetti
And she lived in a place called Missabotti

I asked all the locals that I knew
If anyone had ever come across this woman
Her dad said she played the guitar
And sometimes she played the organ
Maybe it was all just a dream
It be nice if I can get work
I'm an artist looking for adventure
And I'm not a flamin' jerk

I never got to know his name
He had a daughter that was in the music game
She cooked the best ever spaghetti
And she lived in Missabotti

Ron (Words)30/08/2010

On Aug 30, 2010. 5:25pm
Tom. Griffin. said

< POST CODE 2549 >

Chorus: Ride down unroll your bluey
at the town I claim to be mine
with a beer or two we'll G'day to you
at post code two five four nine.
--------------------------------
Verse 1: Dismount at the hitching rail
just outside the Bottom Pub
stroll inside for a cold one
and join me in a bite of grub
the oldtimers will grab your ear
about the history of their Shire
the little town of Pambula
its droughts floods and bush fires.
---------------------------------
Verse 2: They'll tell of the bushy they toiled with
who's attention in life was the lyre
claimed these birds, his saw they'd mocked
but with no rev control the results were dier
then there were the local larakins
who white washed old Dan's black steed
now Dan reported his prize horse stolen
replaced with an old white nag, he greived.
----------------------------------
Verse 3: There was the time in the long ago now
with flood waters high over the flat
the only way to the other side
was astride the Goana's back
now this big lizard a stubborn old cuss
often times he'd well jib at the bit
he'd pig root and do a belly roll
and give the rider the slip.
-----------------------------------
Verse 4: One night, Dan at the pub they'll recall
horse and cart he'd hitched to the fence
now the local yocals had a brillaint idea
they swore they meant no offence
from the shafts old Dan's horse they took
and slipped the poles through the paling slats
then reharnessed the steed on tother' side
and with beers in hand they settled back.
-----------------------------------
Verse 5: Come midnight, time for Dan the trail to hit
to his horse and cart at a drunken stride
with reins in hand all set to go
but Black Bessy just wouldn't abide
with a puzzled look upon his face
old Dan just couldn't work it out
on horse hair seat he settled back
declared,I think there's time for one more shout.
-------------------------------------

On Aug 30, 2010. 4:24pm
jordyboy said

I wrote this song after being on the road for 3 months travelling around central and northern Australia. It was lovely coming home and being with friends again. The song title is: Gundagai - It's My Home

Key=E, bpm=140, 4/4, Gundagai – It’s My Home 8/30/10 4:13 PM
Intro: E, A, E per first two lines

Chorus
E
Gundagai it’s my home
A E
Gundagai it’s not far from snow
A
Gundagai by the river’s bend
E B7 E
It’s my home here with my friends

Verse 1
E
Town that’s cold, town that’s hot
A E
A town with stories told a lot
A
History’s walked along its streets
E B7 E
And left its mark where you put your feet

Chorus

Verse 2
E
Where bullocks worked hard with yokes of yore
A E
Offsiders’ n’ dogs walk forever more
A
Pulling wood, wool and wheat
E B7 E
Their sounds and voices echo sweet

Chorus

Verse 3
E
Listen to the city rush past our door
A E
B-Doubles, cars and more
A
Don’t rush, come and join us
E B7 E
Here on the Murrumbidgee shore

Chorus (end on friends)

On Aug 30, 2010. 4:05pm
martin pattie said

THE LURE

My Grand-daddy’s Daddy crossed that saddle on Black Mountain
All them pack-track miles, way too many to be countin’
And the whistle of the water in the Little Annan River he could hear

And the Lions Den Pub . . back in 1882
From a perch at the bar with the mountain in view
And the glasses of beer made the dust in his throat disappear

All the bushies told their tales of the spirits of that mountain
‘mongst the coves and the scratchers there was very little doubtin’
That the callin’ of the curlew in the night time came too soon

And the old timber floors of the Lions Den rattled
As the timber cutters chewed through a hundred head o’ cattle
And a hundred weight of tin it was washed by the light of the moon

There was a mountain, and a pub
And a river through the scrub

And the curlew calling whispered screaming near

Now there’s four wheel drives that are corrugation countin’
As they bust off the black top as they’re drivin’ past the Mountain
With their headlights piercin’ through a blanket of Helenvale dust

And the same tin and timber is the Lions Den Pub
While the Annan still flows out the back through the scrub
Where the old tin mine has been smothered by the jungle and the rust

And the Black Mountain boulders - still a big pile o granite
But the tourists think it’s lookin’ like it’s from another planet
And the Murri man won’t even go near the mountain at all

just a handful of K’s over Wallaby Creek
Through a rainforest maze under Finnigans Peak
Where the night time still hears the echoin’ curlew call

There’s still a mountain, and a pub
And a river through the scrub

And the curlew calling whispers screaming near

And then the Mountain gets blacker and the flyin’ ants swarm
As the sky closes in and the thunderheads form
And the rumbling river it roars from the mountains high

And still the stories from the bar fill them Mango Trees
While the Annan and The Mountain make you feel unease
And the curlew calls they fill up the night time sky

And the scrub it comes alive with the stories told of tin
When the monsoon comes everybodies rained in
And there aint no use for a modern day mobile phone

It’s a wild old ride on the Helenvale Track
When the Annan River rises there aint no goin’ back
Mother nature as she does, always . . . she reclaims her own

Cos there’ll always be a mountain, and a pub
And the Annan River through the scrub

But it’s rainin’ axe handles
And the curlew’s callin’ still

On Aug 30, 2010. 1:38pm
pmagarey said

Greetings. Here is our entry from Loxton, SA. The words relate to a feature of our town that is genuinely unique in Australia - that the names of our streets honour every Australian VC recipient post-WW1 (until Mark Donaldson's award) and every South Australian nurse who died in military service in WW2. We figured this was worthy of a song and so in this lyric we tell the history of our town and of our street names. Enjoy!
Peter Magarey and Chris McDonnough, Loxton, South Australia. PS We had fun putting this to music for our community's recent centenary.

Explanation of some key words in the lyrics:
Erawirung people - the local Aboriginal people group prior to European settlement.
Thiele, Drabsch, Quast and Westbrook - early farmer settler families in Loxton.
Loxton's Hut - our name In the early days.
VC heroes - the recipients of Australia's highest Military award of honour post-WW1.
Our nurses - Military Nurses from South Australia who died in WW2.
Vineyards and orchards - refers to Riverland horticulture, the biggest and most water-efficient irrigated area in the Murray Darling River System.
Because they did what they did, we can do what we do! - honours our soldiers,our pioneers and all those who have been before us!

------------------------------------------------------------------------

Street Names of Loxton

The rhythmic dipping of crafted oar drives the bow wave of the whaleboat, breaking
the long silence of the mighty winding Murray …this 'broad and noble stream'
now delivering a new era of settlement and venture to the sunny Riverland
as Captain Sturt and his men row downstream in 1830 …[The foregoing words are to be spoken as a prelude prior to the song which folllows.]

The land of the Murray was covered in scrub,
Before there was ever a town or a pub.
The morning sunshine, saw resting cockatoo,
And Erawirung people sharing fish and kangaroo.

Then Sturt and his men brought a pioneering wave,
Of settlers from Europe with a vision bold and brave.
Farmers they were, most of German decent,
Facing sand, heat and flies; still they didn’t relent.

Wilhelm Thiele’s family came to open up more land,
Battling rabbits and dingoes, they all lent a hand.
They sowed their grain and prayed for rain, and they
were the first to reap,
Fine crops in the Mallee, now so famous for its wheat.

The Drabsches and Quasts, and young Westbrooks with cows,
Made good the lonely life with their horses and ploughs.
Small houses were soon made of pug and of pine,
Whitewashed and painted after burning of lime.

Chorus:
Oh, the street names of Loxton
Tell of stories so grand,
Of the pioneers and their struggles,
As they settled this land.
Oh, give thanks for the families,
And their children too:
Because they did what they did,
We can do what we do.
----------------

At the turn of the century, Loxton’s Hut was growing,
The river-trade brought steamers and the barges they were towing,
It was in 1907, that the town was proclaimed,
The strong Loxton spirit forged through drought, dust and rain.

Their sons and their daughters went off to the war,
To be wounded by shells and the horrors they saw,
Brave hearts that were fighting for peace in their day,
Some never returned, but their memories still remain,

Chorus
In the street names of Loxton
That tell stories so grand,
Of the pioneers and their struggles,
As they settled this land.
Oh, give thanks for the families,
And their children too:
Because they did what they did,
We can do what we do.
-------------

Our streets are little memorials that honour our peers,
The civic men and women, town clerks and pioneers,
They uphold our VC heroes and nurses who died,
Thank God for what they did so in freedom we abide,

Now vineyards and orchards bear fruit at their best,
Built on the foundations that our street names attest,
Unique in Australia, a memorial for all time,
So if you’re drifting through why not drop anchor for a while….

Chorus:
Oh, the street names of Loxton
Tell of stories so grand,
Of the pioneers and their struggles,
As they settled this land.
Oh, give thanks for the families,
And their children too:
Because they did what they did,
We can do what we do.
Because they did what they did,
We now do what we do!

Peter Magarey and Chris McDonnough
--------------------------------------------------------------

End

Peter Magarey and Chris McDonough
Loxton 2007

On Aug 30, 2010. 1:24pm
John Hayward said

ILFRACOMBE

If you travel west of Rocky
Across the Great Divide
You'll find our Inlfracombe
A town so full of pride

CHORUS
As we sit here on the verandah
Beneath the old gum tree
Listening to the birds sing
Mum, Dad and Me

The black soil plains are dry
With the lack of summer rain
The duststorms are brewing
Please God, send us rain!!

CHORUS

The wool scour is in action
It's 1963
And look here comes the Middlelander
Of what a sight to see!!

As we sit here on the verandah,
Beneath the oldd gum tree,
Listening to the birds sing,
Mum, Dad and Me.

On Aug 30, 2010. 11:09am
Anonymous said

I am a boarder from a village called Humula near Wagga Wagga. This song was inspired by my home and the feeling i get when i am on way back from the school to the farm. The lyrics describe the great memories and qualities of my home, and the almost indescribable feeling of happiness country life brings to me especially after being away from it, in the Sydney smoke, for way too long.

IM COMING HOME

It’s been too long my heart grows weary,
I miss the dirt, and the cattle grazing when I look out my window.
The cities alright, But it beckons me back,
The worn out road, musterin on horseback that’s my home, forever.
I travelled the world, and that was all good,
But my mind didn’t change like my momma said it would, I was homesick all the while.
(Bridge)
They say at home you’ll find your heart,
And it has been there from the start,
It time to go where it feels right,
Where you can sleep through all night,
Home is where I’m heading--------
(Chorus)
45 degrees, the eucalyptus trees,
That’s dusty red road, where the traffic is slow.
The fresh out back air, not a worry not a care.
I’m coming home, I’m coming home.
Dips in the dam, barbys with fam,
When the drought comes around, we'll tough it all out.
cause I’m coming home, yes I’m coming home.

The Ute gives a rumble, it won’t be long,
I’m sittin in my jeans, and my flannel’s on, I’ve almost reached my dream.
My families all there, there waiting for me,
I can barely hold it in, I just wanna scream, it been way too long.
The mailbox out front, the old tin can,
I swing the front gate wide, I take a look at the land, it is a view I’ve missed

(Bridge)
They say at home you’ll find your heart,
And It has been there from the start,
It time to go where it feels right,
Where you can sleep through all night,
Home is where I’m heading--------
(Chorus)
45 degrees, the eucalyptus trees,
That’s dusty red road, where the traffic is slow.
The fresh out back air, not a worry not a care.
I’m coming home, I’m coming home.
Dips in the dam, barbys with fam,
When the drought comes around, we’ll tough it all out.
cause I’m coming home, yes I’m coming home.

45 degrees, the eucalyptus trees,
That’s dusty red road, where the traffic is slow.
The fresh out back air, not a worry not a care.
I’m coming home, I’m coming home --- today.

On Aug 29, 2010. 4:13pm
Sharon Barr said

This is a song I wrote about going back to my home town of Forbes and the road that I pass everytime I drive there, it's about five miles out of town and whenever I see it I know home is just around the corner, memories come flooding back of home:

Yellow Box Road, Yellow Box Road
When I see it rolling round the bend
I know that it ain't long till I get home.
Yellow Box Road, Yellow Box Road
Rollin over the bridge at sunset watchin stars collecting while I roam.

Nothing ever changes and my love is never wasted,
Feelings washing over me again.
I know I've been away for too long,
Livin my life and singing my song
It's time to come back home where I belong.

I see the lights as I pull in and hold my mum and dad again
wishing I could stay for evermore.
As I cherish every minute, watching my dad grinning
and listen to the stories geting told.

Yellow Box Road, Yellow Box Road
When I see it coming round the bend
I know that it aint long till I get home
Yellow Box Road, Yellow Box Road
Rolling over the bridge at sunset
Watchin stars collecting while I roam

If I could only keep it all beside me,
and take it all back with me when I go.
So I hold on to the memories of everything home means
to me and dream of clear skies shining round the bend.
But until I take those steps back home I'll keep on
driving down this road until I see old Yellow Box again.
Yes, until I take those steps back home I'll keep on driving down this road ... until I see old yellow box again.

On Aug 29, 2010. 3:42pm
Linda Eldridge said

Wattle, Daub & Rust

No ordinary house, the one where we lived
When I was a kid in Hill End,
Near the rubble of gold mines, now spent and deserted,
But where the old house was a friend.
Made of wattle and daub, a simple bush building
Protected now by the Trust,
The house where we lived is somehow still standing
Held together by rust.

Chorus:
Returning to visit my old childhood home
The highlights of memories flood,
Brought back by the sight of the tumble down house
Made out of the red Hill End mud

My old Uncle Tommy lived there for a while.
He said he had ‘done the place up’.
Well, he’d lined the walls with fresh sheets of newsprint
And a light globe was now hanging up.
A few extra boards were laid on the dirt
To help make a new kitchen floor.
But there’s still the lean-to, long-drop dunny out back,
Leaning-to just a little bit more.

Chorus:
Returning to visit my old childhood home
The highlights of memories flood
Brought back by the sight of the tumble down house
Made out of the red Hill End mud

I remember my mum patching holes in the walls
With handfuls of wet sticky clay
And warm days we’d run barefoot in the grass
And trees were fun places to play.
The ghosts of my childhood are haunting Hill End,
Nuggets of things said and done,
And somehow, the pieces still hang there together,
No ordinary childhood, that one.

Chorus:
Returning to visit my old childhood home
The highlights of memories flood
Brought back by the sight of the tumble down house
Made out of the red Hill End mud

On Aug 29, 2010. 2:48pm
Bill said

CHERRY TIME IN MANJIMUP

WHEN IT'S CHERRY TIME IN MANJI
FOLKS COME FROM MILES AROUND
TO CELEBRATE THE SEASON
AND SEE CHERRY QUEEN BE CROWNED

THERE'S LOT OF THINGS TO SEE AND DO
WITH LOTS OF SPECIAL TREATS
THERE ARE SMILING FACES EVERYWHERE
AND CHERRIES THERE TO EAT

WITH VINTAGE CARS ON DISPLAY
AND BIKES AND TRACTORS TOO
THERE ARE EVEN COMPETITIONS
FOR FOLKS LIKE ME AND YOU

WHEN ITS CHERRY TIME IN MANJI
WE WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU THERE
TO JOIN US IN THE GOOD TIMES
WE WOULD REALLY LIKE TO SHARE

On Aug 29, 2010. 2:32pm
Tom--Griffin said

< I'M GOIN BACK TO THE GONG >
-----------------------------------------

Chorus: I'm goin' back to the Gong
where the mountains meet the sea
where the sunshine swathes the beaches
and the lifestyle beckons me.
-----------------------------------------
Verse 1: I've had my share of country life
as peaceful as this may be
but I miss the bustle of city life
it's Wollongong again for me.
-----------------------------------------
Verse 2: With its coal mines and the steelworks
and the port facilities
I wouldn't trade the lights of Wollongong
for the bright lights of Sydney.
-----------------------------------------
Verse 3: From all corners of the world
folks have come to settle down
in the great city of Wollongong
in the long ago my home town.
-----------------------------------------
Repeat Chorus: I'm Goin>>>>>

On Aug 28, 2010. 4:18pm

Memories Of Yass (c) louise Saint John 2010
When was a small child many years ago
We travelled across the stormy seas
To the land ,the land they call down under
My mother,my sister and me.

We settled in a big ,lonely city
in a dingy,a dingy little flat
But living in a big lonely city
Is no place for country girls
So we travelled on long green train
and we landed here in "Yass"
It was just a small country town
Just a dot on the map.

I went to school in the township
And I learned the golden rule
I fell in love and married young
and had 2 children of my own
And as the years went quickly by
The town just grew and grew
My children have all grown now
And have children of their own

I went away to travel the land
To find something new
But "Yass" you kept calling me
and I returned to You
And as i walk along the riverbank
I have many memories of you
Never again will I stray
Yes "Yass" I'm here to stay
For you.

On Aug 28, 2010. 3:26pm

Now they call this place…
“THE LEAP”
(A Song for Kohawa).

Spoken Intro:
North of Mackay, Queensland, by the Bruce Highway some fourteen
miles from that city lies a low mountain, the scene of a massacre of
local tribal natives by the native police…The area surrounding this
mountain is known as "The Leap". The mountain, long ago known as
Mount Mandarana, is now The Leap Mountain. Outside a hotel in the
small valley below this mountain, stands a statue of a native woman…

Now they call this place…
“THE LEAP”

I hail from a sleepy hollow, the valley,
by a highway, northwards of Mackay,
There’s a statue bearing silent witness,
to a by-gone era, and one sad, sad day…
Kohawa…that’s what they called her,
where grey cliffs all their memories keep,
Kohawa…Native Woman, of The Leap…

Those bad old days with Native Police,
saw brother, against brother, genocide.
High, upon Mt. Mandarana’s summit,
this legend grew, from a clan who died.

Then massacre, they called, “ Dispersal”,
the given mandate, was to kill and rape.
Seems local tribes, were killing livestock,
Kohawa’s clan, found no way to escape.
Upon a mountain top, they were herded,
all save two left dead, upon the ground.,
scarlet flooded, from carnage, all around..

Back in the days, of the Native Police,
this brother, against brother, genocide.
High, upon Mt. Mandarana’s summit,
the legend grew, of that clan who died.

From a cliff top, Kohawa, plunged forth,
her frightened babe clutched to her breast,
A lone orphan waif, was to live, that day,
Kohawa died beneath that mountain crest.
A legend fosters, brand new names to keep,
so Mt. Mandarana, people call, “The Leap”.

Back in those days of the Native Police,
‘twas brother, against brother, genocide.
When there, upon Mandarana’s summit,
legend was born, as dusky Kohawa died.

©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva…28 Aug 2010.

On Aug 28, 2010. 2:57pm
Anonymous said

Roy's tea, Linda's sugar, Dinah's tim tams ,Pauls milk
The tiny town of Woodridge, was heavily timbered then, that's going back, a hundred years and ten
we were just a stop-off, for coaches to the coast, water for the horses, folk got tea and toast.
the country side remained, unchanged for many years, then all the crowds came, lots of land was cleared
gone were trees of old and birds that they held, in their places homes were built, where families could dwell.
round that time i started, walking with my dog, firstly it was Pinto, nowadays it's Oz
frequently we visit, the Links at number 10, starting with a shy hello, now we're best of friends.
There's been lots of jokes, hundreds of debates, one or two disputes, but never over states
maroon is the colour, flying through our veins, we both love the sunshine state, even when it rains.
To-days logan locals, take a great big bow, we've grown up together,just look at us now
we're building new forests and though there's more to do, let's be like the pioneers ans stop.......
to have a brew! get the billy goin mate let's have a cup or twooooooooooooooooooo!

On Aug 28, 2010. 2:40pm
pav07 said

Winter in Bowral

Phil Paviour 2010

Soft mist carpets the wickets and fields
Polished, restrained, earthy and chilled
The Gib stands relentless, watching and waiting
While horses run hard beside sentinel hills

Later the sun warms a bright cobalt day
A bustling town centre with much to reveal
Winding roads carry veins of creeping traffic
Through rich striking farmlands and tightly hedged fields

And I love the old houses with bricked up verandahs
The new ones will settle, finding stories to sing
The town creeps like grass, ever constant and spreading
Winter in Bowral brings promise of spring

The evening, log fires and smokey scented air
Perfect purple sky fading to black
Stars, clear and bright, tell dark ancient stories
Drawing maps and forever calling me back

*'Gib' is pronounced 'jib'

On Aug 28, 2010. 2:37pm
Tom-Griffin said

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Chorus: Now this highway has all the signals there
It's a long way to go but a lot for all to share
I can see all the signs,feel the tie that binds
as I travel down the highway of my mind.

Verse 1: I can see the lights in the distance
can see reflections of days gone by
I shed what was of me, now far behind
the warmth of Perth still surrounds me
as the thread around my thoughts unwind.

Verse 2: I remember my first trip across the big paddock
my memry' of those days of heat and dust
corrugations we diddlybopped and held on tight
but something of the west stirred me deeply
when it's golden gateway came in sight.

Verse 3: Broome's cable beach,the turning of the tide
and the power of Perth's City overccome me
It wasn't only rays of Sunday mornin' sun
feelins' of those days are more than embers
a glowing fire of love for Perth had then begun.

Repeat Chorus: Now>>>>>>

On Aug 28, 2010. 11:28am
Looshbaby said

Tea Tree Gully Breeze

© Lucien Byfieldt August 28 2010

V1
In The Summertime, When The Feeling Is Too Much
Going Out My Mind, And I Feel Like Giving Up
Like A Miracle, Feel Your Strength All Over Me
And I Smile Again, With That Tea Tree Gully Breeze

V2
I Can See The World, I'm Surrounded Side By Side
With The Mountain Tops, And The Glaring City Lights
It’s A Quiet Place, I Can Lay Me Down To Sleep
And A Paradise, It’s A Treasure I Will Keep

Ch
Tea Tree Gully Wind Is Blowing So I Can Survive
I Can Feel The Rushing Wind And It’s Keeping Me Alive
As The Day Draws To An End I Can Live Without A Care
Tea Tree Gully Wind Is Blowing, So Glad I Am There

V3
When The Day Is Long, And I'm Tired From The Pace
I’ll Be Going Home, Somewhere I Can Hide My Face
I Can Settle Down, Knowing That I Do Belong
In This Quiet Town, I Know I Can Do No Wrong

On Aug 28, 2010. 9:19am
Butler said

So you're fed up with city life the constant cattle crush
You need a chance to clear out from the bustle and the rush
Then take the Way called Waterfall and up around the bend
You'll find a piece of paradise the town of Bellingen

There's cockies and there's hippies amd occasional celebs
Some of them are wealthy but most of us are plebs
On Friday at the local you can get into a stink
Then catch up on the gossip with your mates at Centrelink

(Chorus)
Oh, the locals call it Bello but it's really Bellingen
If I have seen a nicer place I can't remember when
You wake up every morning and you feel like yor in heaven
Mother Nature did her best when she made Bellingen

Our footy team's the Mighty Magpies all in balck and white
We've had our share of glory but it's fading out of sight
On Sunday arvo down the park we give the boys a cheer
Then head back to the Diggers to drown the loss in beer

One day I heard a chopper and it really shook the floor
The next thing there's this copper big and ugly at my door
He said "Now you've been naughty son, we've caught you growing dope"
I said "They're just tomato plants, I bought them from the Pope"

Three weeks later hair slicked down I'm up before the beak
He said " So what's your story son, its now your turn to speak"
I said "It's all a fit up and the copper is a clown
Why take a look around you, he's nicked half the flamin' town"

Chorus

Where once there was a cafe and it sold you pie and peas
There's now a string of coffee shops and french patisseries
There's festivals of every kind that run throughout the year
No matter what may float your boat your sure to find it here

So if you want to change the sea or simply change a tree
Go search Australia far and wide but take a tip from me
You'll find the place you're looking for up around the bend
That little piece of paradise the town of Bellingen

Chorus

On Aug 28, 2010. 8:07am
Rick said

Cooma, Cooma, My country Town Cooma. By Rick hely /
moderately down the scale in E: 4/4

Cooma Cooma country town Cooma
Left my home found my place in Cooma
Cooma Cooma I'm gona take you Ma
Take you down to live in sunny Cooma.

Small town big heart, what a place to make a start
Glad I took the time to find whats mine in Cooma
Steve Leedman, Dave Twohill, Bret White and more still
Had a great start down here in Cooma

Cooma Cooma my country town old Cooma
You Ma, I will humour you in Cooma
Cooma Cooma nice and close, not to far
You Ma will feel right at home in Cooma

Cool nights, gentle breeze, little town do what you please
Country kids are at ease in little Cooma
It's true, yes I know, winter time, gentle snow
Glad I took the time to find my home in Cooma

Cooma Cooma my country town Cooma
Left my home found my place in little Cooma
Cooma Cooma braught along my Ma and Pa
Braught them down to stay with me, in my town Cooma

On Aug 27, 2010. 6:41pm
Redback said

The Gem of Central Queensland

Pull your wagons in a circle
And set you camp chairs down
‘cause you’ve just arrived in paradise
In our central highlands town

You’ve cut a trail thru sunflowers
Of paddocks gold and green
And there’s paintings on the hillsides
Just waiting to be seen

There’s gems of blue and yellow
And further up the road
You could find another fortune
In a little piece of gold

Sydney has its harbour
Melbourne has its bay
The highlands has the biggest lake
That man has ever made

At night the sky is clear above
The stars are bright and shine
And down here on the surface
There’s the bright lights of the mines

There’s a dragline working tirelessly
Bringing coal up from the ground
With an army of hardened miners
Working closely all around

We welcome the grey nomads
From the west and from the south
‘cause they already heard the secret
As its spreads from mouth to mouth

That here out on the highlands
there are wonders all around
and the friendly locals faces
Are the real jewels to be found

So come on caravaners
And campers of all size
Come out to the central highlands
And collect the worthy prize!

“Redback” – Emerald 0426167202

On Aug 27, 2010. 6:40pm
beswron said

NOVOCASTRIAN SWEAT

I was born just a breath away from the ocean
Near a beach that is popular for surfin'
My youth days were filled with excitement
In Newcastle they're not short of entertainment
The blue collar boys taught me all about life
Not to forget some migrants that I knew from Fife
The steelworks once contributed to the bread
But no longer they do something else instead

But now I've moved away
And I'll go back there some day
You know I've no regret
Growing up on Novocastrian Sweat

I got some friends they worked in a coal mine
They remember the strike back in 1949
And had to struggle to buy food and groceries
Helped by friends that worked in factories
They play a guitar and sing songs to greet
When busking in the mall in Hunter street
Ambassadors of nightlife fill the tavern
I've never ever driven an FJ Holden

But now I've moved away
And I'll go back there some day
You know I've no regret
Growing up on Novocastrian Sweat

Merchant ships tied up from other ports
With hands that mix with blokes on the wharf
They share stories and a laugh and a brew
And invite them around for a barbecue
The weekends are enjoyed by all
That see their local side play football
I'd see jelly fish drifting up the Hunter river
And whales swim out at sea near a Clipper

But now I've moved away
And I'll go back there some day
You know I've no regret
Growing up on Novocastrian Sweat

Beswick27/08/2010

On Aug 27, 2010. 5:59pm

Tocumwal Pub on a saturday night
Me and a mate we're doing alright
Just pickin them up and laying them down
Wondering who's turn to get the next round

You can stare out the window
Look at the floor
Make friends with the dog at
the front door
Check out the locals from the
corner of your eye
You'd better hide that grin
here's the reason why

Chorus:
Men is men in Tocumwal
Woman much the same
Everybody fills levee sandbags
When it starts to rain
Theres a tractor on the veranda
A trail bike in the bar
A section marked reserved
For the local members car

They used to have a chinese cafe
Til the chinaman ran away
Everybody used to eat there
Not everyone bothered to pay
Now the locals shop at the road block
Where the fruit fly seizures are made
During the summer holidays
They sure do a roaring trade

Repeat chorus.

On Aug 27, 2010. 4:28pm
Ken Scott said

My Town…… By Ken Scott

Though city born, in my dreams I could see, our children all raised in rural country
So I packed wife & kids, no point hangin’ round & set our sites on Nabiac town
You’ll need a good cow, that’s what they all said, they couldn’t believe it as they rolled out of bed
‘Cause down the road in their gum boots they ran, how Fresians can run, my goodness they can!

And then there was Digby with his old cattle truck, when his run was over it was all full of muck,
He’d yell & prod & curse & swear till he had all those cows & calves right up there
Now Tom’s a short curly headed bloke, always good for a smile & a bit of joke
He’d don’ the glove & with a great long shove, “she’ll have a nice calf by next winter luv”.

The kids had no trouble gettin’ to school, cause Jim drove the bus, they said he was cool,
There goes the bus, guess we’re to late!, no problem at all he’ll wait by the gate
A cattle sale will be held next week, there’ll be a big crowd & they’ll all need to eat
the wife calls her new friend Valerie, she’ll help with the cakes & a nice cup of tea

Chorus
We moved to this town for a new way of life, away from the city its pollution & strife
Twenty years later much wiser is he, for he knows it’s not the grass or the green of the trees
It’s the people, their spirit & the character I see, that makes this small town the right place for me.

On Aug 27, 2010. 4:02pm
Ron beswick said

NOVOCASTRIAN SWEAT

I was born just a breath away from the ocean
Near a beach that is popular for surfin'
My youth days were filled with excitement
In Newcastle they're not short of entertainment
The blue collar boys taught me all about life
Not to forget some migrants that I knew from Fife
The steelworks once contributed to the bread
But no longer they do something else instead

But now I've moved away
And I'll go back some day
You know I've no regret
Growing up on Novocastrian Sweat

I got some friends they worked in a coal mine
They remember the strike back in 1949
And had to struggle to buy food and groceries
Helped by friends that worked in factories
They play a guitar and sing songs to greet
When busking in the mall in Hunter street
Ambassadors of nightlife fill the tavern
I've never ever driven an FJ Holden

But now I've moved away
And I'll go back some day
You know I've no regret
Growing up on Novocastrian Sweat

Merchant ships tied up from other ports
With hands that mix with blokes on the wharf
They share stories and a laugh and a brew
And invite them around for a barbecue
The weekends are enjoyed by all
That see their local side play football
I'd see jelly fish drifting up the Hunter river
And whales swim out at sea near a Clipper

But now I've moved away
And I'll go back some day
You know I've no regret
Growing up on Novocastrian Sweat

Beswick27/08/2010

On Aug 27, 2010. 10:43am
Geoff Johnstone - Bega, NSW said

Wheels keep on turning, travelling coast to coast

In B-doubles and on freight trains

They're carrying the loads

People ask you where you come from

Very few know the town

They know the name, that made us fame

THAT'S OUR BEGA TOWN

I've been around Australia, nearly been everywhere

Been in shops, in the outback, you'll find it everywhere

All sealed up in plastic with a look you can't mistake

Looking like gold, well lo behold

IT'S OUR OWN BEGA CHEESE

Wheels keep on turning, travelling coast to cost

In B-doubles and on freight trains

They're carrying the loads

I've been around Australia, nearly been everywhere

Been in shops, in the outback, you'll find it everywhere

There it is again, (BEGA)

On Aug 27, 2010. 10:09am
coggie wilshusen said

MOPARRABAH

come track the willi willi road
along the toorumbee creek
where joy is part of living
leave your sorrows at your feet

there are creek stones like gold nuggetts
there's a story there to tell
of droving days and the dreamtime
with caves like wishing wells

the horses from up on ranges
were a line that farrells bred
mccoys creek hold their bloodlines
on the sweet flats where they fed

from the mountain tops of parrabell
taits brook flows softly by
where wedge tails nest in spring time
and we dreamt of what was nigh

moparrabah sings her own song
and her beauty takes me back
to childhood days when we would play
on the willi willi track

come track the willi willi road
along the toorumbee creek
where joy is part of living
leave your sorrows at your feet

lyrics by:coggie wilshusen

On Aug 27, 2010. 3:59pm
Triple B said

MY TOWN –TAMWORTH

BRIDGE
Where the valley meets the hill
and the peel river is running still
with the sun shining bright above
there's a city you'll always love

and though it's not just the city
but the country that surrounds
where natures gifts and beauty
and majesty abound
though I've never won a lottery
there's one thing that I would bet
once you've been to Tamworth
it's a place you wont forget

if you stop and look around you
at the beauty of this place
you'll find it very hard
not to have a smile upon your face
so when your working day has ended
and your footsteps turn to home
you'll feel a warmth within your heart
because this Tamworth is your own

CHORUS
you can travel north you can travel south
you can travel east, you can travel west
but when you return to Tamworth
you'll feel your heart at rest

LYRICS BY TONY BAKER

On Aug 26, 2010. 7:45pm

Paradise Port Hughes
G
The summer sunlight hugs the coast
Makes it feel sometimes the most
Attractive little place there is on earth --D
South beach sands running thought my hands
You can see and understand
Why folk from far away come here to stay --G ------SUS
G
Boaties leave the ramp at dawn
Heading out in the early morn
To catch a feed of fish to have for tea --D
Coming back in the afternoon
Gather round the BBQ
For the fun and family lifestyle is all free --G-----Gm

C Chorus D
We have million dollar views
And lots to see and do Em ------SUS
At this peace of paradise [we call Port Hughes
C D
G
Locals in this town of ours -----------SUS
With helping hands and loving arms
Make your stay the best you’ve ever had --D
We all love our town with pride
Makes all of us realise
This special place on earth is safe and free --G-----Gm ------SUS

Chorus
G
So come along enjoy yourselves
Tell your friends that it’s the most
Impressive little place you’ve ever stayed --D
We would like too see you back again
So bring your mates, and there friends
To this little country town down by the sea. --G-----Gm
Chorus + 2

On Aug 26, 2010. 6:33pm
T. Griffin,Tom. said

MY HOME TOWN PAMBULA.
------------------------------------

Chorus: Where there's eucalypts by the roadside
crimson brush nectar treat to the lorikeet
Yes, it's my historic home town of Pambula
but just a rooster's crow from the beach.
---------------------------------------

Verse 1: On the shores of the great Pacific ocean
below the mountains of the Kosiusko snow
rests a village pride of the Sapphire coast
where the rivers of the Bega Valley flow.
--------------------------------------

Verse 2: Where the wedgetail ever circles slowly
seeking cottontails with sharp eagle eyes
from far up in God's great heavens
from the sun drenched cloudless skies.
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Verse 3: The eastern greys bound across the flat
the water hen seek refuge by the wetlands
while the king,rosella and the moutain larry
say g'day where the old church still stands.
----------------------------------------
Repeat Chorus:

On Aug 26, 2010. 1:22pm
carmel morsi said

NURIOOTPA

Stark and bare are the vines, sleeping, with arms outwide
Winter chills them, stills them, resting on the hillsides
Their feet tucked under crispy frost that lies in the hollows
Where green crops help to nourish the growth soon to follow
That is triggered by spring, with the vines unfolding
Bunches of hope brewing in the juice they are holding
These majestic vineyards make NURIOOTPA so grand
For the vineyards and the people go hand in hand

CHORUS
Vineyards and vignerons, vats and vines
It all ends up in premium class wines
We live in the valley, with beauty all round
Nuriootpa is buzzing, it's our kind of town

We all call it NURI, cos that's a lot easier
Barossa's northern gateway is waiting to please you
It's name means "meeting place"and we do that well
At cafes and coffee shops where we stop for a spell
Enchanting bush cottages will entice you to sleep
Cellar door memories you will just want to keep
For fresh local produce, there's only one place to go
It's the farmers market, where the best is on show

CHORUS

Vintage festivals and street parades often take place
Local brass bands excel, and they set a fast pace
Pop stars and jazz concerts bring crowds to the greens
At some of our wineries, they're great outdoor scenes
There are all types of sports here, to be played by all
Soccer, tennis and horses and the Tigers football
Swimming, netball and rugby, the list is too long
Whatever you choose, you'll be sure to belong

CHORUS

On Aug 26, 2010. 12:25pm
Graham Finlay said

Gunnedah by Graham Finlay

I've travelled near,
I've travelled far,
But I'm sure I'll stick with Gunnedah,
Whether you go there by horse or car.

I've sen it cringe,
I've seen it smile,
But now it's moving on with style.

It was mainly built on wheat and wool,
With the odd guy giving cow's teats a pull.
Coal once played a minor part,
Now it's the towns main beating heart.

The soil around is rich and sweet,
some like dark chocolate you could eat,
a block will stand you on your feet.

With the Namoi river flowing clear,
And Keepit Dam so very near,
You can sail and fish all the year.

So whether your in retirement,
Or charging on full steam ahead,
Gunnedahs the place to stop,
Settle down you'll finish top.

Lyrics by Graham Finlay.

On Aug 26, 2010. 12:11pm
beswron said

NAMBUCCA HEADS

Paddling up the river on a glorious day
I pass a friend going the other way
Seagulls watch as they glide above me
Spreading their wings so peacefully
I feel mesmerized when I reach the shore
Greeted by little crabs armed and ready for war
Instead of riffles they've got claws
It's the Nambucca River that I adore

I live in Nambucca Heads
This is my home town
I live in Nambucca Heads
A pretty little town

Up the hill I walk I look at the ocean
I'm in the most beautiful place to imagine
Nambucca Heads is where I am at
It's a secret I keep under my hat
I feel mesmerized when I see the shore
Getting bashed by waves from a sea bore
I could paint a picture or two, three, or four
It's Nambucca Heads that I adore

I live in Nambucca Heads
This is my home town
I live in Nambucca Heads
A pretty little town

Prelude
When I rest at night I hear the ocean rumble
It makes me relax the sound is so natural

Thought I'd let you know that I live around here
A special place with fabulous atmosphere
Lots of laughs and activities to amuse
Walk the tracks and go on a River cruise
I feel mesmerized when I reach the shore
Greeted by little crabs armed and ready for war
Instead of riffles they've got claws
It's the Nambucca River that I adore

I live in Nambucca Heads
This is my home town
I live in Nambucca Heads
A pretty little town

Ron (Words) 25/08/2010

On Aug 26, 2010. 11:57am
T. J. Griffin said

Hi Guys. I have already submitted an entry titled COUNTRY'S IN MY BLOOD, entry No 1, but I thought I would just share these few words with you. It is not about any particular town but rather outback Australia in general.I penned it in 1974 when I was working in Carnarvon W.A.

THE STOCKMAN COLOURED BLACK.
-------------------------------------------------------

The ominous purple hue of the horizon
gives a hopeful impression of impendin' rain
as a lonely Australian stockman
gazes across the solar baked plain
the emerald colour of this land has long since gone,
underfoot God's earth has began to crack
dreamtimes meander through the mind
of the Stockman Coloured Black
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Through life right from a small lad
his own has been a battle
across this wild majestic land
every direction he has driven cattle
in his mind a question, God is it all worth it?
will the good times come back
times are past for dreamin'
ponders, The Stockman Coloured Black.
-----------------------------------------
Descending from this dark leaden sky
the life giving water soon must come
or fodder there'll be little of
and cattle there'll be none
the stillness of the air cradles a gentle wisp of smoke
slowly emitting from his shack
in the wilderness a palace
to the Stockman Coloured Black.
----------------------------------------
Sheer determination opposing instinctive wanderlust
which road should he take
if he chooses right ,what choice will he make
struggling in his mind, a restful thought to sleep upon
if he could wake to raindrops on his shack
with wistful smile upon his face
he slept, The Stockman Coloured Black.
----------------------------------------
He wakes to the sound of salvation
incessant rain, an unfamiliar sound
a raging torrent of water
where yesterday there was only parched ground
headin' for the door he is startled by a less familiar noise
an echoing thunderous crack
the awesome sound of thunder
long forgotten by The Stockman Coloured Black.
------------------------------------------
With wild abandon he hastened
a feelin' of immense triumph from within
into the water headlong he plunged
oblivious that he hadn't learned to swim
this source of life at other times and now a killer
will also bring life back
now a salvation to the cattle
took the life of the Stockman Coloured Black.
-----------------------------------------
Griffin: © 1974.

On Aug 26, 2010. 9:26am
wilmont said

BRAIDWOOD

BRAIDWOOD TOWN NESTELS PEACFULLY
GRANITE BOULDERS AND GILLY STANDING GUARD
SETTLED EARLY IN TIMES OF THIS COUNTRY
NOW A PAINTED PICTURE OF OUR HISTORY
FINE FARMING LANDS SURROUND OUR EDGES
WHICH EVEN DROUGHT HAS FAILED TO FLATTEN
INDEED THE FOUR SEASONS …..WHEN WE GET ’EM !
PROVIDE A GREAT BASE FOR OUR TOWN’S MOMENTUM

Chorus; NOT FAR FROM THE SNOWY THE CITY OR SURF
BRAIDWOOD TRULY A PLACE TO START FROM
WE MARRY THE PAST AND PRESENT WITH FLAIR
WRAPPING UP MEMORIES IN FINE COUNTRY AIR

OUR HISTORY SUCH WE’RE A HERITAGE TOWN
WITH A STORY TO TELL AND A GREAT PAST TO RECALL
THERE WERE SETTLERS, CONVICTS AND BUSHRANGERS TOO
WITH GOLD ON OUR FRINGES AND FARMING TO DO
NOW SMALL IN NUMBER BUT BIG OF HEART
COMMUNITY SPIRIT EVER READY TO TAKE PART
WHILE “BLOW – INS” MANY THERE MAY WELL BE
NEW IDEAS BRING CHALLENGE AND ENERGY

Chorus; NOT FAR FROM THE SNOWY THE CITY OR SURF
BRAIDWOOD TRULY A PLACE TO START FROM
WE MARRY THE PAST AND PRESENT WITH FLAIR
WRAPPING UP MEMORIES IN FINE COUNTRY AIR

SETTLED IN LIGHTLY BETWEEN THE TALL RANGES
OUR TOWN IS CLEARLY THE REGION’S PRIDE
YOUNG AND OLD EMBRACE OUR FUTURE
NEXT STEPS PAST SPIRIT HELPING TO GUIDE
WE’VE CRAFTED OUR CAMP AT THIS GRAND SPOT
WITH NO PLANS TO MOVE AT FAST PACE
SO DROP IN AND SEE US EVEN STAY FOR A BIT
OUR WELCOME AND SMILE WILL EMBRACE

Chorus; NOT FAR FROM THE SNOWY THE CITY OR SURF
BRAIDWOOD TRULY A PLACE TO START FROM
WE MARRY THE PAST AND PRESENT WITH FLAIR
WRAPPING UP MEMORIES IN FINE COUNTRY AIR

On Aug 25, 2010. 6:41pm
Trevor Hay said

The Nannup Tiger is a mythical thylacine type creature that 'allegedly' lives in the forests of SW WA. Old-timers claim to have seen it, but there haven't been any recent sightings......

THE NANNUP TIGER

I live in southern forests deep
I roam the town when you’re asleep
I’m not a cow; I’m not a sheep
I am the Nannup Tiger
I’m very quiet on the prowl
I do not scream; I do not howl
I’m not a duck; I’m not an owl
I am the Nannup Tiger

(Chorus)
Keep looking ‘neath the jarrah and the karri -
Don’t give up
Keep searching - you might find me
In the forests of Nannup

I hide in places quite remote
I have a very stripey coat
I’m not a dog; I’m not a goat
I am the Nannup Tiger
I keep my four paws on the ground
I move myself around and round
I hide so that I can’t be found
I am the Nannup Tiger

(Chorus)

Some people think I don’t exist
A notion that you should resist
I am well loved, but never kissed
I am the Nannup Tiger
I’m proud to live near Nannup town
The people there won’t let you down
They do not cry; they do not frown
They all are Nannup Tigers

(Chorus)

On Aug 25, 2010. 4:07pm
Maurice said

Rob - Great lyrics! Would love to hear your song live.
Maurie

On Aug 25, 2010. 3:21pm
Deanne said

One of the many stories of Broken Hill, NSW

© The Miners Memorial - lyrics Deanne Lyall - April 2010

The Miners Memorial
A somber place to be
High above Broken Hill
Looking at what has been
Of those that gave their lives
For what comes from the ground
To see the red, red poppies
And feel the eerie sound

Chorus many faces are of strangers
Visitors to our town
Stay and enjoy the Hill
We will ease your frown

Broken Hill is a pretty town
As outback townships go
The town that once was thriving
Still has a way to go
To get back to its former glories
When the miners enjoyed a beer
In the bawdy Inns and houses
That were always full of cheer

Chorus many faces are of strangers
Visitors to our town
Stay and enjoy the Hill
We will ease your frown

Now it is mainly tourists
And film crews by the score
For the people in the cities
Of the outback they want more
More than just resources
That the miners mine
But the beauty of the outback
And the time of another time

On Aug 25, 2010. 3:13pm
Deanne said

©They tell us the water is coming – lyrics by Deanne and Alex Lyall (2010)

They tell us the waters coming
Into our dried up beds
The flood that occurred in Queensland
Will turn our dark soil red
They say that the water is up
In towns we did not know
In Charlieville and Roma
And that the water will flow

Chorus The water has made changes
To outback fields and dams
There is singing in the paddocks
And the farmer is making plans
To plant again in autumn
To see the seedlings grow
The watch the sheep at shearing
And the water flow

It is slowly reaching The Darling
And the little towns between
The fish they are appearing
And slowly changing scenes
The green has started sprouting
The bush is getting a drink
The Ana Branch is flowing
And The Darling in on the brink

Of moving to Wilcannia
Onward down it flows
To reach into South Australia
If it has the power to go
The farmers they are happy
To be able to water their stock
The bare and barren land
And all the birds that flock

Chorus The water has made changes
To outback fields and dams
There is singing in the paddocks
And the farmer is making plans
To plant again in autumn
To see the seedlings grow
The watch the sheep at shearing
And the water flow

On Aug 25, 2010. 12:51pm
Jocaseley said

No Postman in Penrose, 2579

Verse 1
The timber mill sirens at smoko time
Where the Plane trees hang by the railway line
We’ll forgive you for thinkin’ you’ve stepped back in time
There’s no postman in Penrose, 2579

Chorus
Now click your heels, wiggle your toes
And dream little boy, of letterbox rows
No parcels delivered to your door or mine
There’s no postman in Penrose 2579

Verse 2
The General Store’s where the village folk meet
Share a yarn ‘bout the weather, one thing they can’t beat
The mail’s sorted here and they really don’t mind
Pigeon holes full of secrets in time

Chorus
Click your heels, wiggle your toes
And dream little boy, of letterbox rows
No parcels delivered to your door or mine
There’s no postman in Penrose 2579

Verse 3
Lazy dogs aren’t woke, they sleep all day
They’ve no reason to bark, no postie to chase
Mamma was faithful there’s no denying
There’s no postman in Penrose 2579

Chorus
Click your heels, wiggle your toes
And dream little boy, of letterbox rows
No parcels delivered to your door or mine
There’s no postman in Penrose 2579

On Aug 25, 2010. 11:21am
beswron said

DUBBO

A drover once told me the western plains is like a store
They Sell everything and it's worthy to explore
With a flannelet shirt and a wallet and some dough
I'm going to brush shoulders with the folk of Dubbo

You can fry from the thing in the sky
Dig a hole you don't always die
It's an adventure being in Dubbo
You want to see a chimpanzee
A dried up creek, get stung by a bee
It's good fun being in Dubbo

Galahs are about they harass all the tourist they greet
They fly around the old pub that's in Talbragar street
Must buy a drink, a feed and a rifle that shoots
And something to get the done of me boots

You can fry from the thing in the sky
Dig a hole you don't always die
It's an adventure being in Dubbo
You want to see a chimpanzee
A dried up creek, get stung by a bee
It's good fun being in Dubbo

With healthy fresh air and a tree with lots of shade
I'll park my car have a rest and sip some lemonade
I've got plenty of time to read paper and fall asleep
Not to worry cause I'll be woke by all the sheep

You can fry from the thing in the sky
Dig a hole you don't always die
It's an adventure being in Dubbo
You want to see a chimpanzee
A dried up creek, get stung by a bee
It's good fun being in Dubbo

R Beswick (Words) 25/08/2010

On Aug 25, 2010. 9:58am
Ryan said

The noise of stockwhips cracking, echoed all around
sent my heart beating madly through my chest.
I could see The Stockmen approach amidst all this sound
as they raced towards the mountains crest.
My sides were thick with lather ‘n’ white with foam & sweat
as I slowed, waiting for the others to catch my stride.
They had all been right beside me, when we first had left
the grassy plateau, where we were trying to hide.
I had seen The Stockman coming, from where I stood on watch
with his whip in hand, cracking overhead.
He was coming at a gallop, that only I could match
so I took the lead and started up the sandy creek bed
Frantic, the others started up behind, and quickly gained in pace
as we headed along the ridge, across the top, and down the bank.
The scrub was thick in lantana, which raked across my face
I looked around, as all hell was breaking loose at my flank.

Chorus:
Wild and free we run, to escape man and gun.
Myrtle creek our home, our land
Down through the valley, we've got this race won
Brumbies unite and make our stand

He roped her on the flat, then circled all around
there was no chance in hell for her to get away.
I stopped to try and catch my breath, to see where we were bound
and to move the others on, for now I had to stay.
My body racked in pain, each time I tried to breathe
but I new that time, was of an essence.
I have to move The Stockman, before he could see
that not all of us, had left the plateau’s presence.
My mind was working overtime, to control this woeful plight
thinking of a scheme, that could move the stockman on.
‘It might work, I’ve got to try, and try before first light,
but it means to bring the others back, before the dawn.’
We had gathered near the ridge, so The Stockman was in sight
and we waited for the light of day to rise.
We only had one chance, so we must do this right.
All I heard, was the thundering of hoof beats by my side.

Chorus:
Wild and free we run, to escape man and gun.
Myrtle creek our home, our land
Down through the valley, we've got this race won
Brumbies unite and make our stand

We headed to his campsite, at an unfaltering speed
this stampede should send them all a’scattering.
He had mustered all the horses, the ones he had thought he’d need,
but the sound of our charge, was just earth shattering.
The mob had gone racing, as The Stockman cracked his whip
and took them down the heavy timbered gully, at a pace.
We had no time to look, sure-footed none could trip
and kept our heads down, and continued with our race.
The Stockman, he was quick, even for this rough & broken ground
but the knowledge of the mountains, was our home.
He landed with his pony and then turns his head around
we had broken this man’s strength, his pony’s side white in foam.
Our days are all but numbered, for we are the last of our line
and our memories, are heavy of those who went before.
The grassy plateau, all but gone, the good days left behind.
Will there be any of us left, to see the future that’s in store?

Chorus:
Wild and free we run, to escape man and gun.
Myrtle creek our home, our land
Down through the valley, we've got this race won
Brumbies unite and make our stand

On Aug 25, 2010. 9:54am
luke wilton said

i remember back when i was eight
living on the floodplains outside goulburn
rusty wire wooden gate
i spent my days dreaming up ways
that i could leave this town
when i was thirteen there was only you and me
kissing down by the courner so your parents wouldn,t see
we spent our days dreaming up ways to leave this town
when i was sixteen i found my self sitting on a train
heading north on the midnight xpt in the summer rain
i was amazed id finaly found ways to leave that town

3 verses to original song leave this town written by luke wilton

On Aug 25, 2010. 5:28am

Verse 1
Now the car addicts of Brisbane were dependent on cars.
The cyclists of Brisbane clung to their handle bars.
The roads were quite wide; there was plenty of room.
So you think the cyclists & car drivers would be happy to zoom.
But those in their cars, would yell out in vain,
"Hey you, you cyclists, get out of our lane."
With the soot in the air, cyclists would cough and they'd snort,
For some space on the road a fight would be fought.
And as for pedestrians who resorted to walking,
the car addicts zipped past them without even baulking.
When the car addict's children were dropped off at school,
those who rode bikes or walked were considered un-cool,
Yet they lined up for blocks in the school traffic jams,
you’d think it would be better if they all caught a tram
When the car addicts of Brisbane drove their cars to the coasts,
the traffic was grid locked, while the trains carried ghosts,
they never considered the gases emitted.
Along side the roads was the stuff that they littered.
They commuted to work, they parked there all day,
and didn't think twice of the price that they paid.

Chorus
cash for clunkers, sell your soul
gambling on cleaning coal.
more promises and lies.
the elephant in the room will not compromise.

Verse 2
Then one day, it seems, while the car addicts
were static, just static grid locked in the traffic,
sitting there, wishing the congestion would ease,
up popped a stranger who was aiming to please.
"My friends, " he announced in a voice almost human,
"I want to be Lord Mayor ‘can-do’ Campbell Newman”.
“I've heard of your traffic; and I have a suggestion
I can fix that; I am the ‘can-do’ of congestion.
I've come here to help you; I’ve seen your dismay,
My tolls will low, and I’ll show the way,
and my public private partnership will be user-pay."
Then quickly, the Lord Mayor ‘can-do’ Campbell Newman,
Proposed a truly remarkable solution.
Then he said, "You want to drive freely from A to B?
I’ll build you a tunnel for a billion dollars or three.
You know you can trust me, I am a man of my word,
Just keep me in office and call me “my Lord"

Chorus
cash for clunkers, sell your soul
gambling on cleaning coal.
more promises and lies.
the elephant in the room will not compromise.

Verse 3
When the car addicts drove Can-Do charged them a toll!
They actually paid to go down through his hole!
Then as time went by more cars filled the tunnel,
they closed surface roads so the traffic would funnel.
then grid lock returned, and traffic it queued.
the Emperor in new clothes now appeared to be nude!"
Then up stepped Can-do with a nudge and a wink, and he said,
"Things are not quite as bad as you think.
We’ll just make them wider and longer and deeper”.
Their addiction to cars was not going to get cheaper.
So they dug more tunnels and added more lanes
and then had to build wider, longer, deeper storm drains
“we need more bridges & tunnels, " said Can-do.
When you build a new sewer people don’t do more poo,
but when you make the roads wider more people will drive,
Like swarms of angry bees when you mess with their hive.

Chorus
cash for clunkers, sell your soul
gambling on cleaning coal.
more promises and lies.
the elephant in the room will not compromise.

On Aug 25, 2010. 3:47am
nikville said

Hey friend do you remember
that time when we were 9
running around together
with a bunch of kids
who asked us to play
and since that day
we all never stayed away

CHORUS
joined every team that let us in
showed off at any chance we had
start of our weekend by
watching a good old game of footy
the locals kicking goals like it was nothing at all
all we knew was that we were glad representing south hedland

hot outside everyday
we didn’t think to care
we was out in the dirt all that time
it was fun until it started to rain
dad shouts out to get us inside
we got a cyclone coming on by
hope its goes fast so we can back out to play

CHORUS
joined every team that let us in
showed off every chance we had
start of our weekend by
watching a good old game of footy
the locals kicking goals like it was nothing at all
all we knew was we were glad representing south hedland

the times we got to fish
and getting bogged in the sand
but that was only half the fun we had
from the jetty to the boat
with our lines out thrown far
waiting for a big one to come on home

CHORUS
joined every team that let us in
showed off every chance we had
start of our weekend by
watching a good old game of footy
the locals kicking goals like it was nothing at all
we were glad to be representing south Hedland(reapeat 2x)

so do you remember friend the times we shared in a place we called Hedland

On Aug 24, 2010. 9:10pm
Marguerite McNeill said

Deloraine - The Big Green Train

If you need a bit of sparkle in your life
And your day is looking rather slow
Jump in your car and head to Deloraine
Because that’s the place to go.
It doesn’t matter if you’re old or young
There’s plenty to do that’s fun
Deloraine is a great little town
And has something for everyone.
When you reach the river that meanders along
Look out for the big green train
That’s the best known landmark
In the town of Deloraine.
It’s great place to get out
For kids to have a play
To feed the ducks, have a barbecue
And plan the rest of your day.
Take the time to look around
And discover what’s old and new
Everywhere in Deloraine
The locals will welcome you.

Chorus:
Meander River is the place to start
When you arrive in Deloraine
To feed the ducks and have a barbecue
In the park by the big green train.

Take the path around the river
And cross a bridge or two
Whichever way you’re walking
There’s another perfect view.
Deloraine is never idle
It’s a happy and busy town
People from around Australia
Move in to settle down.
There’s lots of arts and craftsmen
Who visited and stayed
To enjoy the Deloraine lifestyle
Where they live and work and play.
Each year in November
Deloraine hosts a giant fair
And thousands of people gather
To buy and sell craft wares.
It’s another of the reasons
Why Deloraine’s on the map
Why people come from all over
And keep on coming back.

Chorus:
Meander River is the place to start
When you arrive in Deloraine
To feed the ducks and have a barbecue
In the park by the big green train.

To find out lots more stories
That Deloraine can tell.
Wander through the Folk Museum
And the Visitor Centre as well
You’ll enjoy some fancy Yarns
Of four stories sewed in silk
Deloraine through all the seasons
Stitched by folk of every ilk.
Check out all the sculptures
While meandering up and down
They are the wonderful characters
Who helped to make this town.
There’s craftsman Jimmy Possum
And community groups on view
A farmer, publican and shearer
An extreme skateboarder too.
See the fish that caught the fisherman
And a guitar playing man
An Aboriginal girl and peace maker
And a tree protecting fan.

Chorus:
Meander River is the place to start
When you arrive in Deloraine
To feed the ducks and have a barbecue
In the park by the big green train.

On Aug 25, 2010. 6:29pm
kjbfinn said

Ode to Slim Dusty (Singing in the wind)

Slim. I won’t forget you.
Your spirit’s all around.
Your face is in my campfires’ glow.
Your voice is singing in the wind that blows.
Through the streets of MY TOWN
And over every dusty track that you went down.

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