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SOTD #703 – The Drones

SOTD #703 – The Drones
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With apologies.

We, the Australian people, deserve better.

The power struggle in the Liberal party, the blistering hot days, the deadly animals that inhabit the bulk of the country – we deserve a new start. A fresh start.

That starts with a new Australian Anthem.

Let’s be honest; the current National Anthem, ‘Advance Australia Fair,’ isn’t very good. Sure, it’s got things like cultural values of acceptance and sharing. It’s got a classy tune. It’s pretty easy to learn.

But it does have its downfalls:

  1. No one uses the word ‘girt’ anymore.
  2. We don’t really have any wealth for toil. It’s pretty much all been taken from the ground.
  3. You can’t realistically head-bang to the tune.
  4. The Southern Cross isn’t that radiant with all the light pollution.
  5. People get confused with the lyrics. All you have to do is look at Kate Ceberano’s stuff up at the 2015 AFL Grand Final.
  6. It’s a bit old and outdated.

The Solution

The solution to all of this tomfoolery is The Drones.

The Drones are an Australian band that rose to prominence in Australia when in 2005 their album, Wait Long by the River and the Bodies of Your Enemies Will Float By, won the inaugural Australian Music Prize

They are true Aussie legends on a meteoric rise.

From their release of their 2002 debut album, Here Come the Lies, all the way through to their sixth studio album, 2013’s I See Seaweed, these boys and girl have defined a new era in rock music for Australia.

Now in the studio recording their next album, they have just released a definitive banger of a song.

I propose that their song, ‘Taman Shud’, should become the next Australian Anthem.

There is nothing more Australian than the following scenes that the song describes:

Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

Who ditched that fox-gloved snitch?
Loaded him with poison like a puffer fish

Why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?

Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn

I don’t give a fuck about no Anzacery
I don’t care you got it interest free
I ain’t gonna fret about Lest We Forget
fuck the Murdoch press

I don’t get hung up on any carbon tax
or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath
I ain’t really there with any class warfare
the only thing I care abouts the

Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
For all of the probing into whether he exists
the question’s still as open like a radar dish
Late 1948
is sending a transmission but its inchoate

Don’t hate me for not caring ’bout you losing your job
I think you’re gonna suit being a welfare slob
I don’t give a toss about no southern cross
or the gulag union jack
I don’t give a fuck if you can’t stop the boats
I ain’t at a loss if Simpson’s donkey votes
I don’t care about no Andrew Bolt
or even Harold Holt
It’s clear as
mud mud my Taman Shud
Everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud

Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Why did anybody feel the need to lie
‘less that’s Warsaw on the seashore
on the day he died?
Don’t nobody wonder where he’s been?
No tags no wallet
and his brains dry-cleaned

I don’t give a fuck about fuck off we’re full
I ain’t gonna send my kids to private school
I ain’t gonna grieve about no BHP
no silver spoons or mining booms

I don’t give a fuck about your brick and tile
I don’t really care if you’re a pedophile
I don’t care about no Master Chef
it’s as appetizing as a whistle blower’s doom
or any French cartoon
nothing like a prune to make the death cults bloom
why you think the whole world’s gotta be like you?
Fuck western supremacy
I ain’t sitting around being gallipolized
One man’s BBQ’s another’s hunger strike
Why’d I give a rat’s about your tribal tatts?
You came here in a boat you fucking c&nt

My Taman Shud
everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

I rest my case.

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