Phil Smith

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They are the Baby Boomers
Born to reunited families
Split by the war
A baby boom
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They're building a BMX track
Can I go and look asked Leon
What the hell is BMX I thought
His arrival home covered in dirt
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Oh body what have you done
I always fed you
Washed you
What is the meaning of this
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What is the future of this nation
In worse shape than you could imagine
Decadence abounds
Politicians are all clowns
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The house needed paint
Kids said it was haunted
Nobody had lived there for years
At 21 Hammill Street
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It's black, every night it's black
The vast emptiness
Too big to understand
Billions of miles wide
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Staring at the bottle
What a mess
He's trying to hide
In a bottle of J.D.
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The table was set for six
They had room for one more
That will be me
I placed my chips on the table
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His letter arrived today
He is going to America
He is going to be rich
All Americans are
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The Outback has always been
A dry parched land
From the Indian Ocean
Into New South Wales
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You are from Australia
Why did you come here
Australia is so beautiful
I always wanted to go there
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The rain turned to hail
A cold wet windy night
Street lights dimly lit
The narrow street
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The saddest place on Earth
Memories of loved ones
Many more long forgotten
Flowers here and there
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He walks the streets of Baghdad
Last night twenty people died
A hail of gunfire
Ending innocent lives
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Lonely in a crowd
No smiles for me
Pushed out of the way
By a rush to nowhere
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The bullet hit me
Sending me forward
Slamming into the ground
So bloody hard
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Rain noisy on the old tin roof
Mud puddles everywhere
Water starved gardens
Drinking as much as they can
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There she stood five foot seven
Eyes blue or green I can't remember
Brown hair resting on her shoulders
The smile of smiles
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Fingers running through her hair
Gentle kisses on her neck
Massaging her tired shoulders
A gentle groan - I hit the spot
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I don't earn much money
Not eating isn't funny
I tried to get out of these rags
I was shocked at the price tags
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Phil Smith Biography

Moved from Donald in 1973 lived in Melbourne before moving to Geelong in 1978. Worked for Vicrail and The Geelong Hospital before moving to the United States in 2000. I used live in Berkeley California 10 miles north of San Francisco on a 46 foot boat with a lady, a cat, a bird and a dog. Now we live on land in Isleton in the Delta. My three favourite sites are www.ozybstd.com www.hawthornfc.com.au www.poetrypoem.com/ozybstd)

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Baby Boomers

They are the Baby Boomers
Born to reunited families
Split by the war
A baby boom
Felt around the World
They were to change humanity

1955 started a revolution
Their parent's music was boring
New music was jumping
They turned up the volume
Hips started to gyrate
Rock 'n' Roll was Satan's music

Slick hair swivelling hips
A southern boy from Tennessee
Was every father's nightmare
He was everywhere
Records TV and movies
Elvis Presley was king

Baby boomers and their music
Changed the world forever
Children of the revolution
Starting to ask why
Growing beards and long hair
All roads led to San Francisco

Sex drugs and rock 'n' roll
Boomers were very different
Never to get old
Their parents always looked old
The World changed for them
Catering their every need

Trying not to sound like parents
Boomers invented living together
Kids without weddings
Naming them Sky and Summer
Maturing into jobs
Responsible and hard working

Spoilt their kids with
Stereos TVs and phones
Most forgot the sixties
Short hair suit and tie
Making a corporate fortune
To support the new lifestyle

Don't have to grow old
First generation not to
Women wear girls clothes
Fathers and sons t shirt and jeans
Radio stations play their music
Discos for the over 40's

Sports activities and clothes
Have aged with them
Once sport finished at thirty
Now we have over sixty's sport
Never too old for anything
Boomer will always be young

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