Identity - Curse Ov Dialect

Standing on the drum ruppa pum pum

Tapan in the centre of the circle cycles of tradition

Unified through dance expanded expanse

Expensive tension comprehend apprehension

Governments attention focus on our regional roots

Legion of doom White Australia Policy

Where’s Australia’s apology?

Fallacy monopoly

Trilogy of killing sprees lets revise review

Renew relevant pamphlet construed

Construct I’m stuck in a political rut

Eyes shut they pronounce my name and announce

My shame as they bounce the blame across the racist plains

Afraid of my un-edited epic ethnic mountain frame

Demanding that they hear it the language of the spirits Standing in the

corridor worried for my sorry sore

Sad story carried forth you’re a wog

We don’t want your family or you one dimensional Aussies

I’m more Aussie than you!

Excuse me if offended

My identity is amended

Question where I’m from

Ask the offspring of poms

Not settler of convict

Everyone is ethnic

Couldn’t rid the accent

My parents are migrants

Trapped in a cultural clash

Curry and rice not bangers and mash

Don’t care about opinions

I’m proudly Anglo-Indian

Shun ancestry no love lost

Chameleons absorbed by southern cross

Shun ancestry no love lost

Chameleons absorbed by southern cross

Shun ancestry no love lost

Chameleons absorbed by southern cross

Red necks judge from popping from a hole

Appearance and colour is DNA and soul

Racist idiots charge!

'Cause they pretend the colonial is past

Refugees have love for where they’re landing

Served English with anglo-saxon planning

Accents «you fail to name check

Aussie is undefined as a concept»

I descend from the maltese, archipelago

Anglais, francais and I don’t know

This mixed tongue from nature to nurture

West suburban with the inner city fervour

A true country voice to a city voice differs

A global commonality that glitters

Critters with those attitudes attached

So what the hell are you?

'Cause on vacation I’m Australian in bathers

While yuppies belittle our balinese neighbours

So it draws us ever upward falling down again

Rest our puppets over clouds titled gods and supermen

Surreptitious superstition and belief

Seats a cradle of mortal thought, shrouded in grief and stain

Call out my name in the void as it ever was

Serenely clear

Too much focus on the surface

To be amongst the depth as we whisper in your ear

Are you still watching now as we activate a vision

A secret lore historically imploring more

Explorers to discover their total self (hmmmmm)

A bold attempt prolong mistrust

No curse or cuss shatter the old and bring it back

To the living manifest with a smile…