Redgum
The Last Frontier
There's a corrugated highwayLeading north from Port AugustaLined with ratted cars that didn't rate a towThe Salt plains out of PimbaAnd your eyes begin to streamOn to Kingoonya, huddled dusty by the roadRomantic notions shatteredLike the tyres that didn't hack itThis has got to be the country's last frontierWhere a sports car's next to uselessRunning cattle grids and river bedsWe drove a van from 1963Someone mentioned walkaboutAnd kiss your job goodbyeJust to see the country shimmer through the windscreenDrinking beer, telling storiesWhile laughter filled the nightAnd flexi-time's behind you like a bad dreamYou got a flat on Anzac HighwayAnd Lawson on your shelfIts a Southern Comfort, air-conditioned rageWhere a homestead's more than just a cheap printDangling from a wallLetras de cancionesAnd mateship's more than lines upon a pageWe went looking for AustraliaIn between the TV lines'Cause the ABC just couldn't make it realA colour documentaryFrom a beanbag on the floorNever shows as much as it concealsA stark and blistered Alice SpringsAnd a river runs with shameAnd you wipe the sheets of bulldust from your eyesAnother country's uniformAnd the mirage it falls apartTo the open gap between the truth and lies"Go and see your country, mate"The travel agents screamPoliticians sell its heart just for a pasttimeSigns and high-wire fencesHold the land where I belongIt's as if I'm in the outback for the last time
From Letras Mania