Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Identity, artist - Curse Ov Dialect. Album song Crisis Tales, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 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… |