Folk Rock with a really odd progression in the chorus.
prog
flute
cello
psychedelic
banjo
political
mandolin
sax
rock folk
pygmy beat
Story behind the song
A song about the conflict between self determination, invasion, integration, paternalism, genocide & marginalisation for Australia's indigenous population
Heavily remixed over time with assistance from Homerecording.com's mixing clinic - thanks Camel Comm.! This current version is almost the preferred clinic version - but has a repaired drum track & some bottom end added.
Lyrics
Full Circle
The razor’s edge is getting even finer
You always try to walk the middle line
Swapping baubles for a country
The gaudy trinkets lose their shine
Smooth the pillow, spread the blanket
Move the trouble makers out of town
Dreary nightmares on the outskirts
Visions flee from the people’s mind
Dreary nightmares on the outskirts
Visions flee from
But is it better to live
& get your spirit from a bottle
Or is it better to die,
Let your spilt blood feed the ground?
Is it better to live,
Shield you hope just like a candle,
Waiting for full circle
As time turns back the tide?
Bitter struggles on the skyline
The clear sky flows through the bloodshot tears.
The fights were long & draining
Warriors have long time broke their spears
Harsh separation from their mother
Breathing in a brave new home
Seems there’s no future in the future
And sparks of angst fly from the stone
Seems there’s no future in the future
The brave new world has tried & failed
But is it better to live
& get your spirit from a bottle
Or is it better to die,
Let your spilt blood feed the ground?
Is it better to live,
Shield you hope just like a candle,
Waiting for full circle
As time turns back the tide?
What’s a nation?
What’s a country?
Is there a choice anyway?
All the hope of conquered peoples
Have dried up & blown away.
Hissalik & Maralinga
Muaroua, Passenchdale
Once more the country’s on a platter
To new logos we’ll all be nailed
Once more the country’s on a platter
The brave new world has tried & failed
So is it better to live
& get your spirit from a bottle
Or is it better to die,
Let your spilt blood feed the ground?
Is it better to live,
Shield you hope just like a candle,
Waiting for full circle
As time turns back the tide?