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• Artiste: Herd, The
• Titre: LG
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A moment passes as life flows through glasses And I hear laughter from the long grasses Babes in baskets and drinking from casks Now cigarette throats crackle and rasp Asking questions about my family and folk and A real conversation with no jingles or tokens The circle is broken it's split wide open Now a spliff is lit and the perimeter is floating Lips that are split become angry and spit Young back flipping pollies create a shit pit Now swag's dragged away forms filled in with ink With bolt cutters drawn they're snapping the link The most social of cultures judged antisocial For living with families out in the open Where as we live in boxes preoccupied foxes Yet nobody stops when an old lady crosses Hey The game's begun The dice is rolled Now move along I said hey The game's begun The dice is rolled Now who has won As I look into the eyes of these old fellas As they look up into mine these storytellers For the richness of culture I get jealous As we hold up the cup and we drink from the chalice Legs spread cross-legged again in the park Hard fed stories inspirational spark Dragonflies rag now signaling dark Over my shoulder yes a night patrol car Mobs moving songs soothing path choosing soul bruising Perimeter perusing has become a way of proving Displacement adjacent to the concrete jungle But once whispered currawongs and Warraguls I can't help but be a little bit ropeable Hey The game's begun The dice is rolled Now move along I said hey The game's begun The dice is rolled Now who has won I take flight with my bike and go cruise through the night When confronted by shadows in an absence of light My palms are getting sweaty I'm already forgetting The netting of the bedding when the sun before setting The shadows unravel telling stories of travel And long shoeless walks across car parks of gravel Oval smiles pasted dials Worthwhile tales for conversational styles While all the while our canines hit fences An imaginary defence against walking a while I dabble then I dibble when I'm stuck in the middle Could you buy a vowel to help me solve this riddle? Piddles and skiddles and seismic jiggles Selectively alert and now plays the fiddle Hey The game's begun The dice is rolled Now move along Hey The game's begun The dice is rolled Now who has won Hey The game's begun The dice is rolled Now who has won I said hey The game's begun The dice is rolled Now who has won Now who has won