Oz classic – Dragon : I’m still in love with you.

 

It’s Friday night.  Time for some Aussie/Kiwi classics from the vault!  This classic is by the band Dragon.  “I’m still in love with you.”  Gotta love the 70’s retro fashions.  Enjoy!

Ducked downtown in a local bar
Drinking rum and smoking tar
People there really put you down
Ooh babe, you been dancing ’round

It don’t matter what you do
I’m still in love with you
It don’t matter what they say
You can have me anyway

I’m still in love with you
I’m still in love with you

Really cowboy, it’s no joke
All my dreams go up in smoke
Here’s a drink and it’s goin’ south
I should never have opened up my mouth

It don’t matter what you do
I’m still in love with you
It don’t matter what they say
You can have me anyway

I’m still in love with you
I’m still in love with you

You say you’d call me up
When you get out of school
But you know that’s a lie
You’re so cruel, cruel

Oh no baby
Oh no baby
No, no, no
Oh no baby

So in the end it works out the same
You got no job and you got no name
I played my cards and I played them fast
You don’t say they just never last

It don’t matter what you do
I’m still in love with you
It don’t matter what they say
You can have me anyway

I’m still in love with you
I’m still in love with you

Still in love
Still in love
Still in love

 

Anzac Day 2015 – 100 years on.

One of the things I love about living in a small outback town, is the sense of community spirit.  Today, was one of those days where the pride of our community was on show with nearly two thirds of the whole town coming out for the dawn service for Anzac Day, 2015.  It’s been many years since the last Anzac passed away, but in the centenary of the first landing at Gallipolli, there is a sense of renewed pride and respect for those men and women that fought and died in all wars.  From Lone Pine and the actual beaches where the Australian and New Zealand forces made their ill fated landing, to the likes of my own town memorial, the outpouring of love and respect for the fallen is stronger than ever.  So many have relatives that have served our nation and its allies over the course of the last one hundred years, and there is a resounding sense of pride in the fact that in adversity, mateship shone through.

As Australians, we embrace the Anzac spirit for what it means.  We forged our identity as a nation…as a people.  Those that served will never be forgotten.

 

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest we forget.

 

Countdown Classics – Split Enz : Dirty Creatures.

Taken from the live show Australian music show “Countdown” in 1982, New Zealand band Splitz Enz performed their hit song, Dirty Creatures which reached the national top ten.  Song writers were Neil and Tim Finn, and Nigel Griggs.  Neil went on to form Crowded house in the late 1980’s.

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Dirty creature comin’ my way from the bottom of a big black lake
Shuffles up to my window makin’ sure I’m awake
It’s probably gonna pick my brain, got me in a vice-like grip
He said one slip, you’re dead, ha

Dirty creature of habit, little horror here to stay
Anyone in his right mind would tell it to go away
But the river of dread runs deep, full of unspeakable things
The creature don’t mess around, I don’t wanna mess with him

I don’t wanna sail, I don’t wanna sail
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna sail tonight
Dirty creatures got me at a disadvantage from the inside

Tentacles on the brain keep me from falling asleep
I’m rooted to the spot, the beast don’t know when to stop
Sneakin’ up from behind, binds and gags my wits
Dirty creature got my head exactly where he wants it

I don’t wanna sail, I don’t wanna sail
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna sail tonight
Taniwha is waiting for me just below the surface so bright, yeah
Even as we speak the dirty creature springs a nasty surprise

Dirty creature knows my type, found it in a magazine
He’s seen the look of fear before splattered all over the screen
The animal magnet thug draws me out of myself
I need a dragon-slayer who can save me from myself

I don’t wanna sail, I don’t wanna sail
I don’t wanna set sail for the middle of nowhere tonight
Dirty creature’s got me at a disadvantage from the inside
I don’t wanna sail upon the waters of invention tonight

 

Things I love – Peanut butter Tim Tams.

 

Any die hard Australian knows the joy of eating a Tim Tam biscuit.  One of the few pleasures in life, if you ask me.  But of late, Arnotts has come out with some new flavours to our old favorite, and I can’t tell you how much I love the Peanut butter flavored ones.  I happened to be buying petrol at Caltex, when I was going up to pay for my fuel, and saw this packet of Peanut butter Tim tams for only 50 cents.  Normally they are up to $4.00 a packet.  I’d not tried them before, but as a fan of PB, I thought I could spend the 50 cents and find out.

 

YUM!  That fine layer of peanut butter sauce mixed with filling in the middle made them sweet and reminded me of my mother’s chocolate peanut spider clusters.  (Something I miss terribly.)   I’ve since bought more with my weekly shopping – on special of course, and enjoyed them with my coffee.  One thing that we Aussies love to do is the Tim tam bomb.  To give you a good idea of how we eat them for extra oomph, check out the video below.

 

You can always win over Australians with the offer of a day off.

The Gruen Transfers; “The Pitch” asks two ad agencies go head to head to win a Gruen trophy.   In this clip they try to convince Australians that we need to start a war with New Zealand.  But how do you convince the Australian public to rally behind the idea?  It’s easier than you might think.  Totally tongue in cheek, and no offence to my Kiwi readers…(lol), the two ad agencies do a smash up job of promoting an Invasion.