Testo Sounds of then (this is australia) Sarah Blasko

Sounds of then (this is australia)

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I think I hear the sounds of then and people talking
The scenes recalled, by minute movement
And songs, they fall from the backing tape
That certain texture, that certain smell
To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets
In brick veneer, on financed beds
In a room of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell
Brings home the heavy days
Brings home the night time swell

Out on the patio, we'd sit
And th? humidity we'd breathe
W?'d watch the lightning crack over cane-fields
Laugh and think, this is Australia

The block is awkward, it faces west
With long diagonals and sloping too
And in the distance, through the heat haze
In convoys of silence, the cattle graze
That certain texture, that certain beat
Brings forth the nighttime heat

Out on the patio, we'd sit
And the humidity we'd breathe
We'd watch the lightning crack over cane-fields
Laugh and think, this is Australia

To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets
In brick veneer, on financed beds
In a room of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell
Brings forth the heavy days
Brings forth the night time swell

Out on the patio, we'd sit
And the humidity we'd breathe
We'd watch the lightning crack over cane-fields
Laugh and think, this is Australia
Out on the patio, we'd sit
And the humidity we'd breathe
We'd watch the lightning crack over cane-fields
Laugh and think, this is Australia
This is Australia
This is Australia
This is Australia
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