Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as
I watch the sun sink 'neath these ancestral plains.
Outcast in the outback--forgotten by time,
Lie the fragile remains of a world that was mine.
What money could not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To them power and riches were all that was real.
Then sold into slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am your 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--is all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
This 'savage' nobility rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things we'll never own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach from their bodies with prehensile minds.
We sons of the wilderness--unchained and free,
Over bushland and billabong astral forms soar-- '
Til the therms of our passion can bear us no more. (Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by human hand).
Unaware what you search for is already mine.
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--is all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the light of day,
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as
I watch the sun sink 'neath these ancestral plains.
Outcast in the outback--forgotten by time,
Lie the fragile remains of a world that was mine.
What money could not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To them power and riches were all that was real.
Then sold into slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am your 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--is all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
This 'savage' nobility rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things we'll never own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach from their bodies with prehensile minds.
We sons of the wilderness--unchained and free,
Over bushland and billabong astral forms soar-- '
Til the therms of our passion can bear us no more. (Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by human hand).
Unaware what you search for is already mine.
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--is all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the light of day,
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
📝 纯歌词版本
Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as
I watch the sun sink 'neath these ancestral plains.
Outcast in the outback--forgotten by time,
Lie the fragile remains of a world that was mine.
What money could not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To them power and riches were all that was real.
Then sold into slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am your 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--is all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
This 'savage' nobility rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things we'll never own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach from their bodies with prehensile minds.
We sons of the wilderness--unchained and free,
Over bushland and billabong astral forms soar-- '
Til the therms of our passion can bear us no more. (Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by human hand).
Unaware what you search for is already mine.
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--is all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the light of day,
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as
I watch the sun sink 'neath these ancestral plains.
Outcast in the outback--forgotten by time,
Lie the fragile remains of a world that was mine.
What money could not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To them power and riches were all that was real.
Then sold into slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am your 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--is all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
This 'savage' nobility rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things we'll never own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach from their bodies with prehensile minds.
We sons of the wilderness--unchained and free,
Over bushland and billabong astral forms soar-- '
Til the therms of our passion can bear us no more. (Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by human hand).
Unaware what you search for is already mine.
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--is all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIM
E WALKABOU
T--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the light of day,
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
Hands locked in darkness - a nocturnal greeting
We flutter like moths round the brazier's flame
Shrouded in shadow - our clandestine meeting
Here wher...
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Forgive me if I'm out of order
This new music has no soul
It may be good for making money
Sadly that is not my goal
Integrity and honesty
Are words th...