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A letter from a friend in the local newspaper started me thinking about how to write about where we were being taken by our government in its ongoing campaign to reduce the rights of Australians. Recent changes to industrial relations legislation and planned “homeland security” changes have bothered me deeply.
This song is a response to a story in our local paper about our federal government’s decision to put an 8-foot fence around our local airport (top, centre of picture above), blocking the beautiful outlook onto lake and bushland, and creating a local image of “fortress Australia”. I’m sure most terrorists know where to get a working pair of wire cutters!
In a broader view it is also in response to our prime minister blindly following George Bush into Iraq and the resulting threats to our nationals at home and abroad. Today I heard the news of more bombings in Bali, and more Australians (and others) killed in horrific circumstances.
This is in my usual style. Guitars, bass and drums. Thanks to Boris The Bull for his suggested title change!!!!
This song is a response to a story in our local paper about our federal government’s decision to put an 8-foot fence around our local airport (top, centre of picture above), blocking the beautiful outlook onto lake and bushland, and creating a local image of “fortress Australia”. I’m sure most terrorists know where to get a working pair of wire cutters!
In a broader view it is also in response to our prime minister blindly following George Bush into Iraq and the resulting threats to our nationals at home and abroad. Today I heard the news of more bombings in Bali, and more Australians (and others) killed in horrific circumstances.
This is in my usual style. Guitars, bass and drums. Thanks to Boris The Bull for his suggested title change!!!!
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Lyrics
Homeland Insecurity
© Neil Porter 1/10/2005
I read your letter yesterday
Your message brought me down
They’re fencing off the airport in our town
They cite “homeland security”
We’ve heard it all before
The politicians tell us “this is war”
George is playing cowboy games
Throwing rocks and calling names
I wonder where we’d be if he’d stayed home
Johnny wants to be the same
Put us on the stage again
Little man with big ideas gone wrong
Consider momentarily
Their arguments for war
They’re really just excuses, nothing more
They’ve changed the course of history
On that we’d all agree
Someone had to vote for them - Not me
Escalation is the game
You hurt me - I’ll do the same
Round and round and round and round again
Egocentric little men
Round and round and round again
Different sides, they’re all the same, oh boy!
They brought this war to paradise
And that I can’t forgive
They brought it to my family and where we live
They’re exporting “democracy”
And which of us could know
By exporting democracy we lose it at home
George is playing cowboy games
Throwing rocks and calling names
I wonder where we’d be if he’d stayed home
Johnny wants to be the same
Put us on the stage again
Little man with big ideas gone wrong
© Neil Porter 1/10/2005
I read your letter yesterday
Your message brought me down
They’re fencing off the airport in our town
They cite “homeland security”
We’ve heard it all before
The politicians tell us “this is war”
George is playing cowboy games
Throwing rocks and calling names
I wonder where we’d be if he’d stayed home
Johnny wants to be the same
Put us on the stage again
Little man with big ideas gone wrong
Consider momentarily
Their arguments for war
They’re really just excuses, nothing more
They’ve changed the course of history
On that we’d all agree
Someone had to vote for them - Not me
Escalation is the game
You hurt me - I’ll do the same
Round and round and round and round again
Egocentric little men
Round and round and round again
Different sides, they’re all the same, oh boy!
They brought this war to paradise
And that I can’t forgive
They brought it to my family and where we live
They’re exporting “democracy”
And which of us could know
By exporting democracy we lose it at home
George is playing cowboy games
Throwing rocks and calling names
I wonder where we’d be if he’d stayed home
Johnny wants to be the same
Put us on the stage again
Little man with big ideas gone wrong
Morning Light
great sound with the lyrics!