John McBainBiography"It aint Dusty anymore."Theres talk of Ourstralian valuesWell we all lost one just last year Cos that famous Slim Dusty bloke Aint singing of the pub with no beer. And all them farmers out in the bush Who know about country getting dry Wish that Slim Dusty was still singing About the rain tumbling down in July. Don't remember when I first heard Slim Dusty sing and play his gittar Cos he wuz just like Aunty ABC, the True Blue dreamtime of Ourstralia. I recall whilst just a young aussie fella Hitchin from Kalgoorlie the northern way "G'day, jump in and put a tape on bloke, Slim Dusty is all that players gunna play." I'd listened to that fancy foreign music And thought "its gunna be a long day" But soon my feet were both a tappin Whilst the Dusty road blew my way. And when I am travelling in country Don't matter if they're black or white Or whether they're blokes or sheilas Its Slim Dusty thats played at night. Cos there wuz somethin bout Slim That them politicians haven't got He sung the stories of our country And the values of us Aussie lot. As I sit on the front verandah And hear that gittar strummin It makes me think of Slim Dusty And having a beer with Duncan. Now Slim is dead and buried And it aint Dusty anymore They'll always play his songs Mate, thats for bloody sure. © M J. McBain “Spirit in the Land.”SpiritSand Fungi Stone Land Insect Leaf Beast Water Tree Bird Sky Sun All Spirit. © M J. McBain |
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Hearts of GoldApril 25 always has a special placeIn the folklore of this nation From the Beaconsfield gold mine Comes a new story of grief and elation. Whilst we were talkin ANZAC Way down in the Tasmanian Isle Some big rocks moved a little bit And stopped Ourstralia for a while. Some blokes made it back up top And Larry had had his last ride It wasn't on his Harley Davidson His mates and kin choked up inside. And what about those two blokes : Brant and Todd trapped down below For a long and timeless fortnight With nowhere that they could go. And a big great team did gather To try and Shorten up their plight And eventually Glen Burns told 'em I got both you fellas in my sight. It kept goin' on a fair bit longer And the whole nation was sittin' tight Not a dry eye in Ourstralia when They strode outa the lift that night. Cos it seemed just like a miracle When after a week they were found Yet the real true and lasting miracle Is the real gold found underground. Copyright © John McBain 2009  email: private comments to author:
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