Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Identity , by - Curse Ov Dialect. Song from the album Crisis Tales, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 26.11.2009
Record label: Staubgold
Song language: English
Identity |
| Standing on the drum ruppa pum pum |
| Tapan in the centre of the circle cycles of tradition |
| Unified through dance expanded expanse |
| Expensive tension comprehend apprehension |
| Governments attention focus on our regional roots |
| Legion of doom White Australia Policy |
| Where’s Australia’s apology? |
| Fallacy monopoly |
| Trilogy of killing sprees lets revise review |
| Renew relevant pamphlet construed |
| Construct I’m stuck in a political rut |
| Eyes shut they pronounce my name and announce |
| My shame as they bounce the blame across the racist plains |
| Afraid of my un-edited epic ethnic mountain frame |
| Demanding that they hear it the language of the spirits Standing in the |
| corridor worried for my sorry sore |
| Sad story carried forth you’re a wog |
| We don’t want your family or you one dimensional Aussies |
| I’m more Aussie than you! |
| Excuse me if offended |
| My identity is amended |
| Question where I’m from |
| Ask the offspring of poms |
| Not settler of convict |
| Everyone is ethnic |
| Couldn’t rid the accent |
| My parents are migrants |
| Trapped in a cultural clash |
| Curry and rice not bangers and mash |
| Don’t care about opinions |
| I’m proudly Anglo-Indian |
| Shun ancestry no love lost |
| Chameleons absorbed by southern cross |
| Shun ancestry no love lost |
| Chameleons absorbed by southern cross |
| Shun ancestry no love lost |
| Chameleons absorbed by southern cross |
| Red necks judge from popping from a hole |
| Appearance and colour is DNA and soul |
| Racist idiots charge! |
| 'Cause they pretend the colonial is past |
| Refugees have love for where they’re landing |
| Served English with anglo-saxon planning |
| Accents «you fail to name check |
| Aussie is undefined as a concept» |
| I descend from the maltese, archipelago |
| Anglais, francais and I don’t know |
| This mixed tongue from nature to nurture |
| West suburban with the inner city fervour |
| A true country voice to a city voice differs |
| A global commonality that glitters |
| Critters with those attitudes attached |
| So what the hell are you? |
| 'Cause on vacation I’m Australian in bathers |
| While yuppies belittle our balinese neighbours |
| So it draws us ever upward falling down again |
| Rest our puppets over clouds titled gods and supermen |
| Surreptitious superstition and belief |
| Seats a cradle of mortal thought, shrouded in grief and stain |
| Call out my name in the void as it ever was |
| Serenely clear |
| Too much focus on the surface |
| To be amongst the depth as we whisper in your ear |
| Are you still watching now as we activate a vision |
| A secret lore historically imploring more |
| Explorers to discover their total self (hmmmmm) |
| A bold attempt prolong mistrust |
| No curse or cuss shatter the old and bring it back |
| To the living manifest with a smile… |