作曲 : Bruce Morrisby Watson
There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart
It was taken in October of 1903
Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph
Recording her songs of the land and the sea
There’s a button on the wall there next to the photo
If you press it you can hear the ghosts of her songs
As they echo through the halls of that museum in Hobart
A scratchy reminder of all we’ve done wrong
The man and the woman and the Edison phonograph
Salvaging pieces of song
White man’s black cylinder, the story of progress
The song lives on – but the singers are gone
Not yet fifty years since white man first settled
She was born on an island in Bass Strait’s cruel seas
Where the few who remained of my people were herded
And left there to die of despair and disease
And at seven she was taken from her mother and family
To work as a servant, to be taught about God
But she still learnt the old ways, the songs and the stories
With dear Truganini she’d go bush for food
And after Truganini, the scientists descended
Was Fanny Smith now the last of her race?
The futile debates it seemed never ended
They took her dimensions and examined the shape of her face
And the man in the photo was born to an immigrant
He married a woman of inherited wealth
He lived in a mansion overlooking the harbour
Worked hard for their business, did well for himself
And in time he became a gentleman of leisure
He developed an interest in the native folks’ ways
He collected and catalogued those cultural treasures
Archived and referenced for future display
He was a member of the Royal Society
Propertied wealth, a man of propriety
She and her people were torn from their land
Betrayed, dislocated, dissected – according to plan
But they came together through song
There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart
It was taken in October of 1903
Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph
Recording her songs of the land and the sea
And the man had a son
Who in turn had a son
Who in turn had a son
Who was me
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruce Morrisby Watson
[00:20.566]There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart
[00:26.160]It was taken in October of 1903
[00:30.835]Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph
[00:36.984]Recording her songs of the land and the sea
[00:46.122]There’s a button on the wall there next to the photo
[00:51.493]If you press it you can hear the ghosts of her songs
[00:56.171]As they echo through the halls of that museum in Hobart
[01:02.023]A scratchy reminder of all we’ve done wrong
[01:08.912]The man and the woman and the Edison phonograph
[01:13.911]Salvaging pieces of song
[01:19.028]White man’s black cylinder, the story of progress
[01:24.058]The song lives on – but the singers are gone
[01:34.214]Not yet fifty years since white man first settled
[01:39.628]She was born on an island in Bass Strait’s cruel seas
[01:44.376]Where the few who remained of my people were herded
[01:50.308]And left there to die of despair and disease
[01:56.536]And at seven she was taken from her mother and family
[02:01.886]To work as a servant, to be taught about God
[02:06.636]But she still learnt the old ways, the songs and the stories
[02:12.090]With dear Truganini she’d go bush for food
[02:19.427]And after Truganini, the scientists descended
[02:24.434]Was Fanny Smith now the last of her race?
[02:29.361]The futile debates it seemed never ended
[02:34.361]They took her dimensions and examined the shape of her face
[03:10.692]And the man in the photo was born to an immigrant
[03:16.904]He married a woman of inherited wealth
[03:21.483]He lived in a mansion overlooking the harbour
[03:26.776]Worked hard for their business, did well for himself
[03:33.282]And in time he became a gentleman of leisure
[03:38.653]He developed an interest in the native folks’ ways
[03:43.174]He collected and catalogued those cultural treasures
[03:49.361]Archived and referenced for future display
[03:55.437]He was a member of the Royal Society
[04:00.913]Propertied wealth, a man of propriety
[04:05.443]She and her people were torn from their land
[04:10.542]Betrayed, dislocated, dissected – according to plan
[04:18.127]But they came together through song
[05:09.090]There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart
[05:14.341]It was taken in October of 1903
[05:19.129]Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph
[05:25.290]Recording her songs of the land and the sea
[05:31.441]And the man had a son
[05:33.827]Who in turn had a son
[05:36.734]Who in turn had a son
[05:39.419]Who was me
作曲 : Bruce Morrisby Watson
There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart
It was taken in October of 1903
Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph
Recording her songs of the land and the sea
There’s a button on the wall there next to the photo
If you press it you can hear the ghosts of her songs
As they echo through the halls of that museum in Hobart
A scratchy reminder of all we’ve done wrong
The man and the woman and the Edison phonograph
Salvaging pieces of song
White man’s black cylinder, the story of progress
The song lives on – but the singers are gone
Not yet fifty years since white man first settled
She was born on an island in Bass Strait’s cruel seas
Where the few who remained of my people were herded
And left there to die of despair and disease
And at seven she was taken from her mother and family
To work as a servant, to be taught about God
But she still learnt the old ways, the songs and the stories
With dear Truganini she’d go bush for food
And after Truganini, the scientists descended
Was Fanny Smith now the last of her race?
The futile debates it seemed never ended
They took her dimensions and examined the shape of her face
And the man in the photo was born to an immigrant
He married a woman of inherited wealth
He lived in a mansion overlooking the harbour
Worked hard for their business, did well for himself
And in time he became a gentleman of leisure
He developed an interest in the native folks’ ways
He collected and catalogued those cultural treasures
Archived and referenced for future display
He was a member of the Royal Society
Propertied wealth, a man of propriety
She and her people were torn from their land
Betrayed, dislocated, dissected – according to plan
But they came together through song
There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart
It was taken in October of 1903
Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph
Recording her songs of the land and the sea
And the man had a son
Who in turn had a son
Who in turn had a son
Who was me
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruce Morrisby Watson
[00:20.566]There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart
[00:26.160]It was taken in October of 1903
[00:30.835]Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph
[00:36.984]Recording her songs of the land and the sea
[00:46.122]There’s a button on the wall there next to the photo
[00:51.493]If you press it you can hear the ghosts of her songs
[00:56.171]As they echo through the halls of that museum in Hobart
[01:02.023]A scratchy reminder of all we’ve done wrong
[01:08.912]The man and the woman and the Edison phonograph
[01:13.911]Salvaging pieces of song
[01:19.028]White man’s black cylinder, the story of progress
[01:24.058]The song lives on – but the singers are gone
[01:34.214]Not yet fifty years since white man first settled
[01:39.628]She was born on an island in Bass Strait’s cruel seas
[01:44.376]Where the few who remained of my people were herded
[01:50.308]And left there to die of despair and disease
[01:56.536]And at seven she was taken from her mother and family
[02:01.886]To work as a servant, to be taught about God
[02:06.636]But she still learnt the old ways, the songs and the stories
[02:12.090]With dear Truganini she’d go bush for food
[02:19.427]And after Truganini, the scientists descended
[02:24.434]Was Fanny Smith now the last of her race?
[02:29.361]The futile debates it seemed never ended
[02:34.361]They took her dimensions and examined the shape of her face
[03:10.692]And the man in the photo was born to an immigrant
[03:16.904]He married a woman of inherited wealth
[03:21.483]He lived in a mansion overlooking the harbour
[03:26.776]Worked hard for their business, did well for himself
[03:33.282]And in time he became a gentleman of leisure
[03:38.653]He developed an interest in the native folks’ ways
[03:43.174]He collected and catalogued those cultural treasures
[03:49.361]Archived and referenced for future display
[03:55.437]He was a member of the Royal Society
[04:00.913]Propertied wealth, a man of propriety
[04:05.443]She and her people were torn from their land
[04:10.542]Betrayed, dislocated, dissected – according to plan
[04:18.127]But they came together through song
[05:09.090]There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart
[05:14.341]It was taken in October of 1903
[05:19.129]Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph
[05:25.290]Recording her songs of the land and the sea
[05:31.441]And the man had a son
[05:33.827]Who in turn had a son
[05:36.734]Who in turn had a son
[05:39.419]Who was me