curve of the world Whose bone scraped Whose flesh unfurled Who grieves not Anyone gone To greet lame The inspired sky Amazed to stumble Where gods get lost Beneath The southern cross
curve of the world whose bone scraped whose flesh unfurled who grieves not anyone gone to greet lame the inspired sky amazed to stumble where gods get lost beneath the southern cross
Translation: Smith, Patti. Beneath The Southern Cross.
somebody else instead Down the highway, down the tracks Down the road to ecstasy I followed you beneath the stars Hounded by your memory And all your ragin' glory I been double-crossed
outline of a boy His life of sorrows now collapsing into joy And tonight the stars are all aligned and I surrender My mother cries beneath a southern
taught ourselves to rule this world But who's the one we're frightened of We are the sons of 1470 The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky Heading south
away our white trimmings of paint And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and even that's getting faint And still when southern breezes and twinkling stars cross
questions I'm the type of motherfucker ready to trip On anyone or anything all for the fuck of it We be the underground, we stay beneath And suffocate
was ours to protect or profane A paradise lost, a paradise gained Now tell me, is paradise here, after two hundred years? So now, beneath the Southern Cross
beauty rich and rare; In history's page, let every stage Advance Australia fair! In joyful strains then let us sing, 'Advance Australia fair!' Beneath our radiant southern Cross
