Beautiful. Raging lyrics, dragging you through the music, through a mind as foreign as the planets.
Love the album and this song is even a notch above the rest.
Must read this and the other lyrics more closely. As usual, they are closely connected.
Needed a globally accessible place to jot down notes about books, films, music and the such.
Beautiful. Raging lyrics, dragging you through the music, through a mind as foreign as the planets.
Love the album and this song is even a notch above the rest.
Must read this and the other lyrics more closely. As usual, they are closely connected.
(from "the new Oxford Book of Australian Verse")
There's a trade you all know well,
It's bringing cattle over.
On every track, to the Gulf and back,
Men know the Queensland drover.
chorus:
Pass the billy round, my boys!
Don't let the pint-pot stand there!
For tonight we drink the health
Of every overlander.
I come from the northern plains
Where the girls and grass are scanty;
Where the creeks run dry or ten foot high
And it's either drought or plenty.
There are men from every land,
From Spain and France and Flanders;
They're a well-mixed pack, both white and black,
The Queensland overlanders.
When we've earned a spree in town
We live like pigs in clover;
And the whole year's cheque pours down the neck
Of many a Queensland drover.
As I pass along the roads,
The children raise my dander
Crying 'Mother dear, take in the clothes,
Here comes an overlander!'
Now I'm bound for home once more,
On a prad that's quite a goer;
I can find a job with a crawling mob
On the banks of the Maranoa.
Slow. Good images but a bit too much repetition.
Then again, this is a 70's film, and films were different then, particularly their pace. Is it my usual difficulty with old material, understanding the importance it had in its day, but finding it difficult to enjoy just as much today, several decennia later?
The acting was rather "dead", almost no emotion, yet this might have been done intentionally. The only character which shows real feelings, is the protagonist, and it is precisely this which causes him trouble.
Wellknown, beautiful funeral music.
Almost cliche, yet still shiveringly beautiful.