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Australia takes her pen in hand To write a line to you, To let you fellows understand How proud we are of you. From shearing shed and cattle run, From Broome to Hobson's Bay, Each native-born Australian son Stands straighter up today. The man who used to **** his drum", On far-out Queensland runs Is fighting side by side with some Tasmanian farmer's sons. The fisher-boys dropped sail and oar To grimly stand the test, Along that storm-swept Turkish shore, With miners from the west. The old state jealousies of yore Are dead as Pharaoh's sow, We're not State children any more — We're all Australians now! Our six-starred flag that used to fly Half-shyly to the breeze, Unknown where older nations ply Their trade on foreign seas, Flies out to meet the morning blue With Vict'ry at the prow; For that's the flag the Sydney flew, The wide seas know it now! The mettle that a race can show Is proved with shot and steel, And now we know what nations know And feel what nations feel. The honoured graves beneath the crest Of Gaba Tepe hill May hold our bravest and our best, But we have brave men still. With all our petty quarrels done, Dissensions overthrown, We have, through what you boys have done, A history of our own. Our old world diff'rences are dead, Like weeds beneath the plough, For English, Scotch, and Irish-bred, They're all Australians now! So now we'll toast the Third Brigade That led Australia's van, For never shall their glory fade In minds Australian. Fight on, fight on, unflinchingly, Till right and justice reign. Fight on, fight on, till Victory Shall send you home again. And with Australia's flag shall fly A spray of wattle-bough To symbolise our unity — We're all Australians now.
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'We're All Australians Now'
Australia takes her pen in hand To write a line to you, To let you fellows understand How proud we are of you. From shearing shed and cattle run, From Broome to Hobson's Bay, Each native-born Australian son Stands straighter up today. The man who used to **** his drum", On far-out Queensland runs Is fighting side by side with some Tasmanian farmer's sons. The fisher-boys dropped sail and oar To grimly stand the test, Along that storm-swept Turkish shore, With miners from the west. The old state jealousies of yore Are dead as Pharaoh's sow, We're not State children any more — We're all Australians now! Our six-starred flag that used to fly Half-shyly to the breeze, Unknown where older nations ply Their trade on foreign seas, Flies out to meet the morning blue With Vict'ry at the prow; For that's the flag the Sydney flew, The wide seas know it now! The mettle that a race can show Is proved with shot and steel, And now we know what nations know And feel what nations feel. The honoured graves beneath the crest Of Gaba Tepe hill May hold our bravest and our best, But we have brave men still. With all our petty quarrels done, Dissensions overthrown, We have, through what you boys have done, A history of our own. Our old world diff'rences are dead, Like weeds beneath the plough, For English, Scotch, and Irish-bred, They're all Australians now! So now we'll toast the Third Brigade That led Australia's van, For never shall their glory fade In minds Australian. Fight on, fight on, unflinchingly, Till right and justice reign. Fight on, fight on, till Victory Shall send you home again. And with Australia's flag shall fly A spray of wattle-bough To symbolise our unity — We're all Australians now.
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I'm not some primitive canine with a prehistoric pedigree I'm a modern day narcissist with a here and now Tendency
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Göbekli Tepe
five steps forward nine steps back sideways motion moving direction other not as planned but four is lucky universe multi many theory twelve is the divided tribe plural perhaps light years away same distance from the sun gobekli tepe smart find recent dumb place buried from sight Baalbek mystery stronger than ants relationship status complicated unknown single attached to me thoughts many wrinkles a-plenty convoluted memories two minds intermingled in thoughts hearts divided thinking deeply shallow breathing thoughts very distant looked very close at remembered seeing brain in a jar brain in jar house of glass lonely life mind meld memories with brain in jar any thoughts
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
Direction - Other
Sprawling hills interspersed with trees Ah it felt like home Like driving down a barren road Cities aren't for me Don't get me wrong I like the hustle and faces I see But I'll take the quiet land No matter the nation it is, I call the country home From the cliffs of Gibralter To the ruins of Gobekli Tepe, And back round to the massive Red Wood trees, I'll roam Down to the burning sands of Berber lands, I'll stay in the country Leave the cities to the people And listen to the trees.
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
Country Roads
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PF23EtYwvMs There lives a touch of the Divine inside my soul tonight and as I surrender to its peaceful ways  I begin to awaken gently   I am a wayward soul in need of Godlike essence, a Seraphic beauty that unties with every silent prayer.   My heart allows the inner flow of the Divine to intervene,   as scented thoughts penetrate and perfuse, I meet my Divine muse; In this quiet paradise for one I am connected to all beings and all beings are connected to me, through love. Tonight the incense shall burn inside this ancient kiln "Yarim Tepe"... softening the edges of my emotions,   like a Divine emollient, and turning me to softer shadows; The sound of inner peace shawling, I breathe   and as the soul meets the night, my dreams take flight In this Divine journey of discovery, I am content to co-exist, aside its beautiful liquid golden light.
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Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 6:54 AM UTC
Paradise Tonight