About Me
Sheer poetry, dear boy.
Support your families like the rest of us - be born billionaires.
I was going to put a short bio here but I thought better of it. If you really want to know anything about me you can ask.
Just so everyone knows I am quick to anger. Like a wizard but without the impressive hat.
And that is a chair with a panda on it
“I dream of the time, from the dusty red earth plains,
The ancient heart - the guardian of the flame
I am standing on rocky shore, I watched the tall ship to
Forty thousand years, I have been the first Australians.
We are a people, but we have a lot
We came to land on Earth,
We have a dream,
And sing with one voice,
Me, you, we are Australians.
I came to the prison of chains bound ship
I cleared the land, endured whipping and wait for the rain.
I’m a settler, I’m a farmer’s wife in the dry and barren run
A criminal, a free man I became Australian.
My daughter’s excavator find the mother lode
The girl become a woman’s long and dusty road
I am a child of the depression, I saw a good time to
I am thick, I was a fighter, I’m Australian.
We are a people, but we have a lot
We came to land on Earth,
We have a dream,
And sing with one voice,
Me, you, we are Australians.
The teller of the story, I was a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira, and I drew the ghost gums
I told him Mark Lancey, I run on Ned Kelly
I am a man waltzed Matilda, I’m Australian.
My hot air from the desert, my plain black
My mountains and valleys, I droughts and floods, heavy rain
My rock, my sky, rivers, when they run
The spirit of this great land, I’m Australian.
We are a people, but we have a lot
We came to land on Earth,
We have a dream,
And sing with one voice,
Me, you, we are Australians.”
The ancient heart - the guardian of the flame
I am standing on rocky shore, I watched the tall ship to
Forty thousand years, I have been the first Australians.
We are a people, but we have a lot
We came to land on Earth,
We have a dream,
And sing with one voice,
Me, you, we are Australians.
I came to the prison of chains bound ship
I cleared the land, endured whipping and wait for the rain.
I’m a settler, I’m a farmer’s wife in the dry and barren run
A criminal, a free man I became Australian.
My daughter’s excavator find the mother lode
The girl become a woman’s long and dusty road
I am a child of the depression, I saw a good time to
I am thick, I was a fighter, I’m Australian.
We are a people, but we have a lot
We came to land on Earth,
We have a dream,
And sing with one voice,
Me, you, we are Australians.
The teller of the story, I was a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira, and I drew the ghost gums
I told him Mark Lancey, I run on Ned Kelly
I am a man waltzed Matilda, I’m Australian.
My hot air from the desert, my plain black
My mountains and valleys, I droughts and floods, heavy rain
My rock, my sky, rivers, when they run
The spirit of this great land, I’m Australian.
We are a people, but we have a lot
We came to land on Earth,
We have a dream,
And sing with one voice,
Me, you, we are Australians.”
