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Cordyline
01:10
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Cordyline
© Danny McDonald 2018
Sunshine and rain
A whistle from a football game
To the burbs on a metro train
Huey blue to moody grey
Cordyline
Five-Thirty-Six
Laserlight and bessabricks
Things we found at the local tip
Bricabrac and nature strips
Cordyline
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The suburb I grew up in
© Danny McDonald 2018
Well the jacaranda’s blooming
And the fig tree’s dropping fruit
The weatherboards are wearing
And the letterbox looks full
Everybody goes their own way
Every family must move on
We’ve been gone for 20 years now
And it still feels wrong
And the breezeblock fence that Dad built
Wants a decent lick of paint
Like the mural on the shed door
And the rusty wrought iron gate
And the suburb I grew up in
Ain’t the same place anymore
And the suburb I grew up in
Is looking worn
It’s the suburb I grew up in
And nothing more
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Judge me for my art, not where I live
© Danny McDonald 2018
Coffee stains in a hazy sky
Factory hums right through the night
Disheveled earth and rusty air
Commission homes in disrepair
Welcome to my town
Welcome to my town
Hardened men, machinery
Unions rule the industries
Footy talk at the TAB
Vomit bombs and red meat
This is my town
Welcome to my town
Judge me for my art, not where I live
Judge me for my art, not where I live
Judge me for my art, not where I live
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Commuter's lament
01:24
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Commuter’s lament
© Danny McDonald 2018
Into the amber morning October light
Paper shops and coffee cups collide
Trams full, train’s late, cars gridlocked in line
It’s a midweek Melbourne work commuting life
Riding home through the rain in the fading light
Into the Arkley home filled suburban light
Cars veer, trucks swerve, tram tracks slip and slide
It’s a midweek Melbourne work commuting life
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Keeping the dogs at bay
02:43
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Keeping the dogs at bay
© Danny McDonald 2018
He’s got a month on a factory shut
Says he only in it for the bucks
He’s crook with a nasty bark
And the missus is on his back
But it’s keeping the dogs at bay
She’s packing shelves at Coles new world
In the dead of night out in the burbs
But you’ll never hear her complain
‘Cos it’s getting the mortgage paid
And it’s keeping the dogs at bay
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