Bega, Bega Valley, Tathra. We took, we plundered. And yet a simple bloke believes the visions of a Special Place mean many things to many people. He believes he saw.
MINE, ANYBODY’S REALLY. MOON BAY LIVES.
What’s that bloke about this time, he must be very odd.
He ain’t done anything important, and does he have a god?
Well let’s humor him a little ‘cause we got some time to spare.
Tells me he’s got a secret place, a place he want’s to share.
The ordinary bloke, forgive him Bruce, but that’s how he comes out.
You won’t know his name today and he says that’s no great loss, he is the bloke, he is your Aussie lout.
He wants you to accept some things, like, girls and boys are real and liven.
The Aussie bloke, he reckons, can be both, just the name you’re given.
What’s that? I hear him say, “prose and poetry, rhymes and stuff, wish I could say it’s gay”.
“Tried to write my story but the truth got in the way”.
He wants to mention, Woolloomooloo, Palmer Street, Bundamar and Boonoke. Brunswick Heads and Avalon, but the brain has given no joy.
How many words rhyme with Woolloomooloo, except, the paper boy? .
But before you fall of you twig and head of for a bite, come and meet him down at MOON BAY, YOU WILL SEE HE’S RIGHT.
Give a little, OK, come on back, there’s room for all of us.
Remember, you were young and vital, johnfarls you can trust.
So, for a short time down tools, and dream, join his special club.
Why not come and join this simple man we’ll meet you at the TATHRA PUB.
We’ll wander down to MOON BAY, swim, close your eyes and see.
Nobody will see the visions, only you and me.
There will be other people there; a young boy will point them out.
Look and listen, wave and smile, please don’t yell, you will understand.
Those black people are misty visions, we are standing on their land.
Can you see him waving smiling, that’s him, but he’s just a kid and now I understand.
I think he’s troubled by constant visions of standing on sacred sand.
Don’t wave back and make a fuss just ponder what should be?
Ngarigo and ARAGUNNU blokes and babies still live here, close your eyes selected people, close your eyes and see.
You’ll never forget that black bloke, a spear with deadly aim that fish he’ll show no quarter.
On one leg he’ll be there for ever more aiming at the water.
OH, he almost forgot, the place is not for us to touch, because you’ll be in real time.
You must understand, you were there, MOON BAY IS IN DREAMTIME.
What’s that? white blokes can’t see the misty visions, well maybe I agree.
But he was young, yet he reckons, for a moment, those black blokes let him see.
Thank you NGARIGO BLOKES, South Coast NSW. Did you give me a Special Dreamtime Place?