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Won't you come down the line
Away from barren ground
The harlot and the autocrat
Are they driving you further down
The season's rhymes, they anchor me
Against the raging tide
Take you to the last wild place
Skin and the stars they embrace
A caveman could a saint become
In a hospital ward on the Somme
We can dive into distant amoebas
Our wings could melt in the sun
I can shake
I can move
But I can't live without your love
I can break
Over you
But I can't live without your love
Our poet Henry Lawson he named them
The lay'em out brigade
Here they come there they go
Oh great god of development
Don't really know you yet
Coastline hosed down washed away
Economics, now there's nothing left
Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps
And they'll drink champagne or be damned
And the storm is breaking now
Yeah the storm is breaking now
Yes the storm is crashing down
I can shake...
Our blood vessels go sailing, galaxies away
You know today's bushfire is tomorrow's inferno
As rags to riches becomes the public spear
Watching out down the street as other people start coming down
I can see that they're smiling
And that's something to be proud of
And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late
And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late
Never too late
Never too late...
Away from barren ground
The harlot and the autocrat
Are they driving you further down
Against the raging tide
Skin and the stars they embrace
A caveman could a saint become
In a hospital ward on the Somme
Our wings could melt in the sun
I can move
But I can't live without your love
Over you
But I can't live without your love
The lay'em out brigade
Here they come there they go
Oh great god of development
Don't really know you yet
Coastline hosed down washed away
Economics, now there's nothing left
Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps
And they'll drink champagne or be damned
Yeah the storm is breaking now
Yes the storm is crashing down
You know today's bushfire is tomorrow's inferno
As rags to riches becomes the public spear
Watching out down the street as other people start coming down
I can see that they're smiling
And that's something to be proud of
And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late
And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late
Never too late
Never too late...
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Another wonderfully confusing song by Jim Moginie here with a gorgeous tune. The guy is a genius but half the time I have no idea what he was on about. Gonna guess this song is about the evolution of man, from caveman to nature-destroyer. But again, just a guess... you'll have to ask Jim! ha ha. Beautiful song nonetheless.
Ah, there is no helpful history of commentary on this song. It's too late to ask Jim. I saw MO for my first and surely last time in their farewell tour in the US, 2022. :-b
For the history books, I was wondering about "a caveman could a saint become in a hospital ward on the Somme." Personally, my only reference to the Somme is the historically awful Battle of the Somme, the murderous battle of brutal trench warfare that killed endless people for so little purpose except to literally kill off more enemy than one lost of one's own side. Little territory was exchanged. So, maybe a wounded warrior who had become a savage "caveman" fighting in that battle could be wounded, then go to the nearby hospital (on the Somme?) and heal (become a saint)? If not, maybe some famous artist of other person had been a pscyh patient there.
[huh, I just checked up on Van Gogh and he had been a patient near a French River, but it was near the Rhone River, not the Somme.]
[Edit: helpful addendum]