Sounds of Then (This Is Australia) - Sarah Blasko

I think I hear the sounds of then and people talking

The scenes recalled by minute movement

And songs they fall from the backing tape

That certain texture, that certain smell

To lie in sweat on familiar sheets

In brick veneer on financed beds

In a room of silent HardieFlex

That certain texture, that certain smell

Brings home the heavy days

Brings home the the nighttime swell

Out on the patio we’d sit

And the humidity we’d breathe

We’d watch the lightning crack over cane-fields

And laugh and think, «This is Australia»

The block is awkward, it faces west

Long diagonals and sloping, too

And in the distance, through the heat haze

In convoys of silence the cattle graze

That certain texture, that certain beat

Brings forth the nighttime heat

Cha-kow

Out on the patio we’d sit

And the humidity we’d breathe

We’d watch the lightning crack over cane-fields

Laugh and think that this is Australia

To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets

In brick veneer on financed beds

In a room of silent HardieFlex

That certain texture, that certain smell

Brings forth the heavy days

Brings forth the night time swell

Cha-kow

Out on the patio we’d sit

And the humidity we’d breathe

We’d watch the lightning crack over cane-fields

And laugh and think, «This is Australia»

Out on the patio we’d sit

And the humidity we’d breathe

We’d watch the lightning crack over cane-fields

And laugh and think, «This is Australia»

This is Australia

This is Australia

This is Australia

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