Regional Echo - Jen Cloher

Noisy Miners

Bully the suburbs

Out beyond the haze

Seaside holiday houses

Lay quiet as a grave

Tombs of dreams past

Wealth gone to waste

The Australian dream is fading

Stolen anyway

I’m never gonna lose my head

To a setting sun

I’m never gonna dream of things

That just can’t be done

Pavement’s too hot to walk on barefoot

So you hop and skip

Prawns in wheelie bins marinate

A cocktail of stink

Bat swaying on

The power line

Wings open in surrender

This is how you die

I’m never gonna lose my head

To a setting sun

I’m never gonna dream of things

That just can’t be done

I’m never gonna say, never gonna do, never gonna be

Anything more than what’s expected of me