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Don't be so bloody rough

Poor things

That's really nice, can't watch myself without cringing tho 😅😂

What was the end result?

They kick a bit when it's not cutting aye !!

Beautiful ❤️

Lol love the cut in and out to the toys and asian conversation throughout thats hilarious 😂 hope the busking was fun and Hobart too❤

I love this!

Failure of global governance and leadership - now lie exposed as never before, and people feel the time for reinvention has come. A new world will emerge, the contours of which are for us to both imagine and to draw." - Page 1 of Schwab of W E Fs book Cov 19 - The Great Reset, prepare for the One Government system, the 💉is their tool to achieve it.

melodies are very inspiring

self made song? i like the melody but can not understand lyrics

G'day Brent that's when we got the news

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He came in on the morning train, From somewhere to the east, A tall and dark-eyed stranger, Looking hungry for the feast, For the little town of Craddock, Had a ghost in the hotel, Spirits in the attic, And a demon in the well. For the man who swallows ghosts, It was a long awaited treat, Not for him the wine and bread, Nothing did taste quite so sweet. He waited at the bar, Until the whisky bottles shook, When the windows gave a rattle, Then he opened up his book. He read words from those pages, Until the wind began to whine, And the dogs began to howl, On the ridges out behind.

Awesome!!! Awesome!! Awesome!! :) :) :)

Too different from the original

Lyrics- (true story!) I was down in Cunnamulla, he was breathing down my neck, He was in and out the pen and he was swearing bloody heck! Cos' I might have dropped a hint or two, that I was pretty fast, But when you're shearing with Steve Hanley then you're probably coming last! They called him 'Chinchilla' and something else that rhymed, But he swore he'd never heard it, ever, ever, in his life. And there's always someone better, someone quicker off the mark, But you've never seen a shearer with a bigger bloody heart! Now, big Steve he's gone to heaven and he's left us all behind, But he wants us all to know that he won't be hard to find. He's a biggish kinda fella, with reddish kind of hair, And if you've ever met Steve Hanley, then you'd know him anywhere! And if Big Bird is yella, then you'll know Steve's riding high, He'll be up there racing Jackie Howe in the shed up in the sky.

The battle of Parramatta was fought in Sydney Cove, Where Pemulwuy fought, with sticks and stones. The white man and his muskets searched for twelve long years, While British horse and rider fell to Bidjigal spears. Follow in the steps of Earth and Crow, Staying true to your culture and what you know, Let the little ones play while we dance to the beat, Teaching pride and respect to those that we meet. Albert Namatjira was an Arrernte man, From Hermannsberg Mission in Arrernte lands, In 1957 he got the right to vote, The right to buy land with a paper note. In 1958 they locked him up, He drank the white man's poison in a paper cup, Took the rap for a crime that he didn't commit, White man's problems become a black man's sins. Bejam Kunmunara Jarlow Nunukel Kabool, The son of Kath Walker/Oodgeroo Noonuccal, Fought for his people and marched for his land, The democratic right for the Black Panther clan. Marched up to the steps of the Aussie Parliament, To fight a battle for his people from the walls of a tent, 'Land Rights/Sacred Sites' said the embassy, Kicked them out in '72 but they were back in '73. For twenty years they waited for the promise to be met, But Whitlam got the sack and Lord Vestey won the bet, Making profits from the land and another man's sweat, English rule from afar is hard to forget. It takes more than one man to undo the past, It takes every single person from the first to the last, Pearl divers, cane-cutters, cattle-musterers and more, Gave their wages to the colony and even went to war. But the chains and the bars were the black man’s reward, While black women struggled, begging alms for the poor, Watched their little children being taken from their arms, While men like Mulrunji came to blows with gens d’arme Which is French for police in the white man tongue, But you can call him ‘Bulliman’ or ‘Sir’ if he’s a count… …ry singer like my good mate Slim, He’ll be out there in the long yard till the lights go dim. Cause the young men go to prison, probably more than they went to school, Cause if white man takes the land, then they got nothing left to lose. Yol-n-gu land and song lines in the Kimberley, It just looks like dollar signs to the mining comp’ny. Got to break the cycle of black incarceration, A juvenile home ain’t a patch upon the station, So we gotta take our land into Koori custody, Teach our children to be rangers so we know they’ll walk free. Now the young Noel Pearson was a man on a mission, Learning white man’s ways and Indigenous tradition, From Hopevale village at the top of Cape York, He found his way to Canberra where the white man talk. Him and Mundine go toe-to-toe for their people, While Thurston makes us proud- deadly choices make us equal, And Cathy wore the flag- she was proud of her race, Adam Goodes is a warrior, deadly dancin’ in your face! But now Clinton Pryor, he walk from the West, The brave ‘Spirit Walker’- put constitution to the test, Focus our attention on the issues at stake, The fact of the matter is two hundred years- way too late. But we gotta have a future for the little ones we raise, They can walk in both cultures- raise ‘em up and give ‘em praise, They don’t have to wear the scars of colonial invasion, Make the song a reality, a treaty for the nation. And we’ll walk in the steps of Earth and Crow, Pemulwuy and Gurrumul, they weren’t just for show, It’s time to walk tall and maybe take a step back, Another place, another time- it’s not a crime to be black. Let the little one’s play while we dance to the beat, Gotta teach them their tradition- give them good food to eat, Keep our money in our pocket, don’t give it all away, Say no to Coca Cola- it’s a Bran Nue Dae. Teaching pride and respect to those we meet, Archie Roach- role model- singing songs so sweet, Like Kevin Carmody, learned the white man’s ways, Found a way to speak the truth about the white man’s shame. Staying true to their culture even though they were in pain, Playing ‘Diesel and Dub’ like a cultural refrain, We got to stand up, united all as one, Let the rainbow serpent lead the way to the sun. So follow in the steps of Earth and Crow, Staying true to your culture and what you know, One voice, one vison, one future for the people, Stay strong in community cause everyone’s a leader. Let the little one’s play while we dance to the beat, Cause now we can walk proud on Redfern Street, Teaching pride and respect to those that we know, It’s from tiny little seeds that the big trees grow. One voice, one vision, one future for the people, Find equality now- in your heart is a leader.

Love it James!

Really nice man

You Sing Well ^_^ Hope you still play

Beautiful... <3 rip Steve... he was definitely one of a kind and a true legend... I had the pleasure of working with him for about 6months on and off back in 2007 and shared some great stories around the campfire with his beautiful red heeler by his side...

Love the pictures at the beach!

Awesome!!!

Great guns!!

Awesome dudes!

you can type in clever amy

I remember you singing this song that night at Crystles :)