Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand,
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Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,
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The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as I watch the
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sun sink 'neath these ancestral plains.
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Outcast in the outback--forgotten by time,
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Lie the fragile remains of a world that was mine.
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What money could not buy--the strong chose to steal,
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To them power and riches were all that was real.
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Then sold into slavery (iron-ore digger),
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I am your 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
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Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his
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hand,
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He's the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread
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soft in his footsteps and whisper his name.
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A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that remains of the past,
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A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
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Watch us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
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Bodies bathed in starlit twilight--high above our spirits fly.
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Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
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Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
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This 'savage' nobility rule without thrones,
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And by birthright inherit things we'll never own.
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Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach
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from their bodies with prehensile minds.
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We sons of the wilderness--unchained and free,
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Cast our spirits to fly with the birds through the trees.
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(See a bloodline that extends from Genesis to fiery end).
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Over bushland and billabong astral forms soar--
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'Til the therms of our passion can bear us no more.
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(Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by human hand).
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Unaware what you search for is already mine.
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Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched
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by his hand,
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He's the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread
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soft in his footsteps and whisper his name.
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A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that remains of the past,
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A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
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As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the light of day,
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Pause a moment (stop and wonder)--who's most savage you or they?
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Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
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Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
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Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)
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| Skyclad |
