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George Huitker & Junk Sculpture - Near Myall Creek Lyrics



George Huitker & Junk Sculpture - Near Myall Creek Lyrics




I spent a week near Myall Creek
Where the birds screech some truth from the trees
I just couldn't speak near Myall Creek
Where the silence brings me to my knees

In the news today my leaders seemed to say
It's right to turn people away
But gees mate I dunno, two hundred years ago
We figured we're welcome to stay

I walked through a town with shutters down
Only movement the kids in the street
I shuffled my feet, my spirits weak
As the children they greet for the town

But in the news today, I'm told these kids won't pay
For holes that bore deep in the ground
Cos in the news I found, our future's looking sound
As long as we're numb to the poor

I felt bitter sweet down my own street
Where the greetings are mute or discreet
I thought of my week near Myall Creek
And then let all the ghosts in me speak

In the news today, my leaders seem forlorn
They tell us we choose where we're born
But in my heart today, the gaps don't close or go away
They still stay in our dreaming
And in this song today, perhaps I hope
Perhaps I pray things are not what they're seeming

I spent a week near Myall Creek
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I spent a week near Myall Creek
Where the birds screech some truth from the trees
I just couldn't speak near Myall Creek
Where the silence brings me to my knees

In the news today my leaders seemed to say
It's right to turn people away
But gees mate I dunno, two hundred years ago
We figured we're welcome to stay

I walked through a town with shutters down
Only movement the kids in the street
I shuffled my feet, my spirits weak
As the children they greet for the town

But in the news today, I'm told these kids won't pay
For holes that bore deep in the ground
Cos in the news I found, our future's looking sound
As long as we're numb to the poor

I felt bitter sweet down my own street
Where the greetings are mute or discreet
I thought of my week near Myall Creek
And then let all the ghosts in me speak

In the news today, my leaders seem forlorn
They tell us we choose where we're born
But in my heart today, the gaps don't close or go away
They still stay in our dreaming
And in this song today, perhaps I hope
Perhaps I pray things are not what they're seeming

I spent a week near Myall Creek
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Writer: George Huitker
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Performed By: George Huitker & Junk Sculpture
Length: 4:10
Written by: George Huitker
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