spark_of_the_heart
It's a harsh dry land, it breaks your back and scars and gnarls your hands
Now carcasses rot in the sun and dust silts up the dams
Sacked two men when the postie poked those blueys th
i_was_only_19_(a_walk_in_the_light_green)
i’ve_been_to_bali_too
still_life
The axe is swift and reckless
Feel the grain, split it wide
Cut away to build the mansions
Of banks and boards in distant hands
The axeman looks to the sun
Covered e
the_spirit_of_the_land
The rivers are dry across the land and the farmers fields have turned to sand
'Cause the rain hasn't come for two years going on three
The topsoil's gone with the hot north wind, the
asio
White door, ninth floor, silent number, it's autumn on a cold avenue
Telex intercept, he sips a cigarette, warms up his V.D.U.
He gets his kicks from microchips, orders from th
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