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You're welcome to Siam, have a nice time, said the sign on the angel city wall. I wandered through the passage straight to spiritual thai-massage that was given by golden Buddha tall. He smiled when we were eating, warned that life is only cheating or did I hear her right through crunhcy frogs? "Your religion is just torture, karma gave you your fortune, your twins and dogs eat dogs". So I jumped back to Boeing knowing where my feet were going and left back Buddha's elephant white. I'll fly to Woolloomooloo, ask a koori "how do you do" and knew that it was right or right. Wrong! Beam me up from this city, there's not hard rock, pitty, lets go straight to Kata Tjuta. Emu is Kalaya and euro Kalayana, for pollies this sounds clear cut. (Here we go because...) Kata Tjuta will send short message of life like enlightened creatures can, across borders of the nations life-like imagination gasps the right words for many heads (from many heads) No, it's dijerido not didgeridon't hummed the whales from Choral sea. I won't hang out with a wombat nor koala or combat leader animals they are, you see. Kiwi told a tale, sheila sent mulga mail about pommies in down down land, you galah, that is furphy, English name is not Murphy, Abel Tasman came from Holland. "I'm proud to be aborigine, sang an abo during corroboree. Rock your big dream in Yulara, Gulf of Carpentaria, in Top of Top End fossicking are we." In the arvo came by Tumbarumbanish guy, He told his cunning plan: "Go back northern hemisphere, fair dinkum, do not fear mozzies in your fan." I'll never return to never-never, or turn back time that we have made. Pull your head in king, Kutta-boo sinking, from wharf the ships don't fade. Tassie, too right, was uptight like John Batman on those days, when a ghan from Roma stinking lamas aroma showed some ripper ways. I'm more real than Brown, she'll be right, without crown, I reckon! No worries, son. Bell your mate, believe in fate, Turn Life on. This story is to say, you don't have to pay attention to warnings 'bout wrong ways, listen Kata Tjuta's noise, hear the many heads' voice, stop, revive, survive, hoo-rays. (That's what...) Kata Tjuta has sent in short message of life like enlightened creatures can, across borders of the nations life-like imagination gasps the right words for many heads (from many heads) (All in all...) Kata Tjuta had been sending messages of life like enlightened creatures can, across borders of the nations life-like imagination gasps the right words for many heads (from many heads) |
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