Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Look For Yam

Look for yam
for sweet potato
in the fiery heat
burn them in the campfire
good enough to eat

Look for yam                            Never found water     
aboriginal                                  where was fire
its in yor                                     40 degrees
original genes                            no liar

                                                   Never found water             Swim well
Yam is sweet potato                   ever                                    Swim well
desert food of dreams                 water                                 better ring that bell
just enough calories                    for fire                               got a tale to tell
for the wanderer                          fire is nature                      there's an endless well
it seems                                       if you enquire                    of Austrailians
                                                                                               who swim well 
                                                                                                swim well
                                                    Found water                       swim well as you
Yam is sweet potato                    never found water
neat enough                                 to alter fire                        Its true yo're brout up
to satisfy your means                  lit by sun                            on the water
                                                    natural fun                         you never alter
                                                    rain won't be                       in swimming well
Look for yam                              a choir                                hell to you is dry land
and you will find it                                                                swim well
resplendent                                  In a big truck                     as you do
in its dusty gleams                       chucking metal 
                                                     in the back of it                 Its true yo're brout up
                                                     giant sand pit                     to swim well
Yam is sweet                                in Austrailia                      its everything
sweet potato                                                                            you do
treat within yor means.                And when the                     anything else
                                                      fire comes                          you haven't a clue
                                                     no liar                                 outside that wavey blue
                                                     40 degrees                          do accrue
                                                     you'll never                         medals
                                                     put it out                             from swimming well
                                                      entire                                  you 
                                                      you'll never
                                                      no never                             Yo're set on
                                                      find no water                      swimming better
                                                      for fire.                               you never do
                                                                                                 who can tell
                                                                                                 when you swim well
                                                                                                 the best that you
                                                                                                 can do.

In a suit
cute cute
runs a hooded suit
runs for Austrailia
as original aboriginal
in a hero's suit

Superhero running hard               Time to find a way
from the outback yard                   to build a road
no bard                                          time to draw a line
could write more poeticaly           to start to unload
yor finish
on the winning line                       Give up on the emptiness
in a hero's suit                               give in to the lonliness
look so cute                                    only you know
in a hooded suit                             how to make it

                                                       You want to succeed
Run for Austrailia                          want to be freed
original aboriginal                          not just remain
across the finish line                      time to build a road
winning in the                                over this too much rain 
race for yor race
the present you outpace                 Strait lines can get somewhere
dressed for the future                      more than round
in a hero's suit                                 yo've got to deliver
beyond refute                                  all that you have found
you look so cute                              there must be a sound
in a hooded suit                               to resound

                                                         Make a way across
streamline                                        the lonely ground
shine outlined                                   build a road
in a hero's suit                                  find a way
cute to boot                                       to make everthing ok
beyond refute
in a hooded suit.                               Build a road
                                                          and you can find
                                                          some peace of mind
                                                          cos you can communicate
                                                          with yor kind
                                                          you can ennumerate
                                                          that you are kind
                                                           in this desert
                                                           you just feel blind
                                                           build a road
                                                           let all yor wanderings
                                                           yor walkabouts unwind
                                                            build a road
                                                           to tell what's on yor mind.

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