(Jim Moginie/Peter Garrett)



I

I was

I was shaken down in a toy town

He

He's not there

You know it's Kennedy's shadow

>From White Cross to Michigan

ATM's in the air

Oh yeah machines they are spinning out everywhere



The speaker is speaking

Can you hear the sound

The listener is listening as he hits the ground

The medium or the message but there's no one around



CHORUS

I couldn't believe the stars of Warburton

Were waiting for me



We were dancing

We were dancing on the plain

Were looking through the window

don't see any buffalo there

We got out pipe dreams

They went up in smoke dreams

Burn it clean in the climate control

Of your hypermart malls

Don't want to talk about Elvis Presley

Don't want to see his white shoes walkin' around and

Around and around and around over here

The press baron's acting up the mainframes are down

The newspaper's crawling around on the ground

The medium or the message

Still there's no one around



CHORUS



Over the hills and mountains we go

So far so far away

For the ring of the axe on the ironbark

For the smell of the wallaby stew

>From the golden reefs to the sandstone cliffs

Came the sheep pens of the mallee plain

The wind blew the soul to the Orient

We'll be shouting to the skies again



CHORUS

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