No more boomerang
no more spear,
Now all civilised
colour bar and beer,
No more corroboree
gay dance and din,
Now we got movies
and pay to go in.
No more sharing
what the hunter brings,
Now we work for money
and pay it back for things,
Now we track bosses
to catch a few bob,
Now we go walkabout
on bus to the job.
One time naked
who never knew shame,
Now we put clothes on
to hide whatsaname.
No more gunyah
now bungalow,
Paid by hire purchase
in twenty years or so.
Lay down the stone axe
take up the steel,
Work like a nigger
for a white man's meal,
No more firestick
that made whites scoff,
Now all electric
and no better off.
Bunyip he finish
got now instead,
White-fella bunyip
call him red.
Abstract pictures now,
what they comin' at
Cripes in our caves
we did better than that.
Black hunted wallaby,
white hunt dollar.
White-fella witch-doctor
wear dog collar.
No more message
lubras and lads,
Got television now,
mostly ads,
Lay down the woomera,
lay down the waddy,
No we got atom bomb.
End everybody
No More Boomerang
Wednesday, 3 November 2010