Legacy: Two Decades of Topical Writing

by Penelope Swales

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1.
Legacy 2010 03:45
Legacy (2010 version) © Penelope Swales 2010 I wake into the morning, I find no joy in waking Coz with waking comes remembrance With remembrance, recognition Recognition, comprehension Comprehension, obligation In the frailness of the morning To find the strength to shift a nation, Ohh And what will be my legacy? One of the luckiest people in the world Young and free, young and healthy, Young and wealthy, young and white Our poorest are still among the affluent Running water, food and shelter Can be yours without a fight Living in the Lucky Country By some strange twist of fate The suffering of millions Is too big to get a grip on If defies all explanation It’s beyond our comprehension But I reflect on my mortality Reflect on its finality I have it on authority That my own death is a certainty, And What will have been my legacy? One of the few with the time to change the world Young and free, young and healthy, Young and wealthy, young and white Our poorest are still among the affluent While our brothers and our sisters shiver huddled in their tents Drinking water tainted with their excrement So I went into the street Yes we were voting with our feet Surprised to see how quickly It cost us all our respectability Being rough-housed by policemen Give you some indication Just a little comprehension Of life beneath oppression, and People on their lunchbreak say “What those wierdos bitching ‘bout today?” And the ask me “Just what do you think you’re doing with your life? You should straighten up and realise your potential Young and free, young and healthy, Young and wealthy, young and white You should be thinking of your future, my girl!” (somewhere someone else has to have less) The machinery of nations Offers up no explanations About why globalisation Must be oiled with exploitation The Doha Round’s embarrassment The failure of development The continued blind aggrandisement Of a wealth based on embezzlement, and What will have been our legacy? Riding bloated on the back of the pacific giant’s gluttony While Nigerians, Kiribatians, Bangladeshis, Tuvaluvans Watch their farmland sink beneath the rising oceans Lose their country, lose their courage Richer states deaf to their pleas Don’t wanna hear about no climate refugees Young and healthy, young and wealthy, Young and free and young and white Our poorest are still among the affluent While interventions, mixed intention The colonial reinvention Takes on unexpected, yes and frightening dimension While Palestinians Arab civilians Tibetans, Uighers, Sudanese Caught in the crossfire of competing ideologies And greater numbers every year my friend Lie huddled in their tents Drinking water tainted with our excrement
2.
Black Carrie 07:41
Black Carrie © Penelope Swales 1993 When I first met Black Carrie I met her in passing, here and there And one day she turned and spoke to me With words that cut the air Her clothing was silk and purple And bought at a market stall And she sparkled at me darkly Small and ample Her eyes were black and bright Like a swallow Ohh… She said to me “I mourn every day Everywhere I go, in every way Everything I see speaks to me Of struggling and dying, silently And I mourn for the trees and for the sky I mourn for remnant grasslands and oceans wide I mourn because I fear I won’t survive And I mourn because I love my life I go along to these demonstrations Where the issue is frustrated and is lost By revolution-heads with chips on their shoulders And media vultures Too busy counting confrontation to count the cost And I mourn for the potential of the cause To reunite us and set us back on course I mourn for all of those who might have joined us If only they hadn’t thought That protesting was violent When I’m alone I hear the earth crying I hear it in my belly, deep and sore And that’s why I’ll avoid going up country sometimes Coz every time I go I hear it more And the cacophony of buses and of streets Deafens my ears to the keening and the pleas My senses are dulled by subtle poisons, In the subway, I’m not aware that I’m underground Coz there is no ground to see And every weed speaks out its life to me Every seagull’s sacred and profane Each Styrofoam container a blasphemy And sparrows, although feral, remind me That sparrows are And sparrows are not to blame for what they are And we’re like sparrows But sparrows are not to blame for what we are And I know that hope is crucial But hope sometimes deals me a strange hand So I must find this first rally in myself Make this first most fundamental stand So I smile for the springtime and the light Smile for the sunshine stirring life I try not to think too closely of the strife that’s pending And I smile because I love my life Mourn for the trees mourn for the sky I mourn before the onslaught of poisonous sunlight I mourn because this is the springtime of my life And coz so much has already died And I mourn because I love my life” Black Carrie Black Carrie loves her life And I love Black Carrie Oh, coz Black Carrie loves her life Fight for the trees, fight for the sky Fight for remnant grasslands and oceans wide Fight coz if you don’t, we won’t survive Fight, fight if you love Your life, fight if you love Your life.
3.
Mother Song 03:44
Mother Song © Penelope Swales 1991 Come now, let us not be starry-eyed! If we look around us, we cannot pretend That mankind has never set its foot here But still – it is so beautiful There is peace and tranquility here Even with the ravages that we have made In this state forest, in this urban park, On this wind-swept beach, in this inner-city backyard Look how tolerant your mother is Look how far she can be pushed and yet provide See how well she covers her scars See how she hides her cancers and ulcers Look Child! Look and understand Because on her we all depend for our survival. I look at her back and her side as she bends I look at her and I cannot pretend That her man has never set his foot here But still, she is so beautiful There is love and acceptance here Even with the ravages that he has made In the doctor’s waiting room , in the supermarket shelves In the principal’s office, in her secret self Look how tolerant your mother is Look how far she can be pushed and yet provide See how well she covers her scars See how she hides her cancers and ulcers Look Child! Look and understand Because on her you will depend for your survival. For 10 years, the warning has been imminent The roof is dissolving over our heads It’s all been affected, it’s all going wrong And it will affect you before too much longer There’s nowhere to go there nowhere you can hide From the depths of the ocean to the deep blue sky It’s more than just poison, it’s more than just heat The ground is strangling under our feet But there’s still time to make ends meet Even with the ravages that we have made In this eroded pasture, in this urban sprawl In this beach-front sewer, in this inner-city backyard In this logged-out forest, in this choked city air In this sterile carpark, in your TV chair I beg of you Look how tolerant your mother is But how much further can we push and yet survive? See how well she covers her scars But we’re the ones, we’re the cancers, the ulcers Look Child! Look and understand Because on her we all depend for our survival.
4.
Lionhearts 03:46
Lionhearts © Dale Jones Though these days One power reigns There’s you who will find What the truth is To you so brave We give you the name Lionhearts They’re heavy days, these Without the chance To find out what is real And these illusions Appear before us Being all we see There’s voices in the distance But it’s getting Hard to hear them Through the smokescreens The sounds are the pleading Of those with lives in bondage Wrongly suffering Though these days One power reigns There’s you who will find What the truth is To you so brave We give you the name Lionhearts A noble cause Yes, defenders of a system True and just To keep the white world rich The third world’s fight For freedom Must be crushed Now if the tales were told What secrets would unfold No-one can know No-one but those Who live for knowing, Knowing Chorus What finer way Than TV screens Foe keeping people Deaf and blind A shadow world Lies behind the trivia The news headlines Now if the tales were told What secrets would unfold No-one can know No-one but those Who live for knowing, Knowing Chorus To you so brave We give you the name Lionhearts
5.
Our Apartheid © Penelope Swales 1995 Oh-wey-oh Stephen Biko, Oh-wey-oh Mandela. Oh-wey-oh children of Soweto, 
 Oh-wey-oh Sharpeville Massacre. Oh-wey-oh death in Johannesburg Corruption 
in Pretoria Oh-wey-oh, Inkatha-Zulu, ANC Oh-wey-oh Africa. 
 When you were sitting in your prison cell, For twenty-seven years, Did you 
risk your sanity by dreaming of this day? Breaking rocks on Robben Island, I 
tell you, We never thought we'd see the day When a black man would rule 
South Africa, Where black dreams have shaped the world A long and bloody 
fight and so many have died To bring about such a relatively peaceful 
revolution When Daniel Yock was sitting in his prison cell, Your victory 
was already guaranteed We who have sat here, next-door in the Southern 
hemisphere Some of us signed petitions hoping you'd be freed We have 
thought about ourselves as so egalitarian So superior to whites in your 
country And yet there's so much that bears comparison But in your land 
Aparthied's over and in my land it's still here Well I never said it was 
official government policy And Mabo rolled hope and despair into one Lip 
service ifs effective and it's free And the mining machinery rolls on One 
obvious difference is in your country Black people have always outnumbered 
whites Yet here the white race worked so much more efficiently And many 
people live and die never even having met a Koori Over there in your 
country how do your people feel tonight? Dancing in the streets, exuberance, 
 "At last we have our rights!" Over there in your country how do white people 
feel tonight? It's fun to speculate on the trembling of the fascist 
two-percenting right Over here in this country how do white people feel 
tonight? Oblivious or nodding their approval Rolling over and turning out the 
light. Here in this country how do black people feel tonight? Daniel's 
relatives could be excused for having their fists and their lips clenched 
tight Aiee, Maralinga. Kurnai, Wurundjeri, Daniel Yock Truganini, 
Namatjera So many thousands nameless lost You still have so far to go in 
your country And we yet further here in ours Take care old man, don't 
dance to late We all know you're more ill than you make out But they need 
you and we need you And we all know that you're tired, But we want you to be 
the hero, We want you to make it right ‘Coz we don't make it right Not 
here in our lives, not here in this land, Not here in our Aparthied.
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Black Snake Range © Penelope Swales 2005 When I’m tight in my heart, and low in my mind I go out wanderin’ in the Black Snake I leave my petty dramas and my cares behind They can’t follow through the twisted tracks of Black Snake On windy point, the trees say “Shhhh…” Your troubles are nothing next to ours At Four Brothers Rocks the stones shrug and say “Patience!” They’re marking time between glaciers while I fret through my hours Their eroded surrounds, once a sacred site Now a place where the white boys unload their trail-bikes But there’s no two-stroke blaring on a Wednesday night Up on the ridge in the Black Snake In the evening dusk in the innocent dawn. Through the cyclical bushfires ignited by the dry summer storms Through weekend invasions and Easter incursions And summer plunderers and occasional pilgrims Something still feels good and it still feels strong On the Black Snake Range. It’s just scruffy state forest that’s seen it all before Massive stumps, rotten logs on the forest floor. But away from the weeds on the roadside A stubborn and muscular peace abides There are grass-trees, and rare orchids if you know where to look Balancing boulders, a river that flows right out of a rock Through Easter invasions and weekend incursions And summer plunderers and occasional pilgrims Something still feels good and it still feels strong On the Black Snake Range. And suddenly, serenity is shattered by bikes and trucks and grader blades By weekend warriors out proving their manhood on the tricky tracks of the Black Snake Range Ah, proving it to who, the bush doesn’t care And they never see the way that silence rolls in in their wake Erasing their passing like the rain erases tyre tracks In the endless amnesia of the Black Snake In the sinister dusk, in the innocent dawn Through the cyclical bushfires ignited by the dry summer storms Through weekend invasions and Easter incursions And summer plunderers and occasional pilgrims Something still feels good and it still feels strong On the Black Snake Range. Black Snake Range Ah, look out in the Black Snake You don’t wanna step on a Black Snake You’ll know who’s boss if you step on a Black Snake You’ll know nature doesn’t give a toss if you step on a Black Snake.
7.
Car 05:41
Car © Penelope Swales 1995 Down the freeway, See the glow light up the night And weaving through the 
foothills, Glimpses of this city's lights It's a city of demons for me 
Lurking in the fold of the hills, Its hiding, keeping its advantage Down the tollway, 
 Further into the heart of the spreading monster Twisting, turning, dipping, 
weaving All the other drivers speeding The hand of apprehension clutches 
my throat Claws at my coping mind Deprives me of my voice Glancing off 
the centre, Streets I recognise Here's where I took that "e" that went so 
bad Never do that again That's the Cross down there Where playing 
"Knocking on Heaven's Door" to drunkards Was my only grip on life But not 
tonight The roads here shift and change As if the city was made of sand Before you know it, you've taken a wrong turn But don't fight it, Just 
drift into an eddy where you can Scratch your head about where you went 
wrong There's no margin for error in the stream Out Old South Head Road now to Bondi, There the "forest bods" are waiting. They've worked hard For 
the attention of this city, yeah Driven by the urgency Of their 
acknowledged responsibility Out of their sweet, complacent havens in the 
North And down into the heart of the monster To spread the word, to raise a 
quid, And struggle against the woodchip machine for another year Another 
year.... Another year I was here, But I was different then My mind now is 
superimposed on my mind then, Everything I see is met with two sets of 
reactions Almost as if The me I might have been has been waiting for me 
here, Lurking in damp, piss-reeking alleyways, Hiding behind skips and wheely-bins I turn my head, is that my face? Yellow webbing satchel and 
busted guitar case, But it's someone's else's black leather shoulders 
 Shrugging in the cold And I know I'm rolling, rolling - ah, Speeding, 
speeding - ah, Freewheeling - ah! Rolling, rolling - ah, Speeding, speeding 
- ah, Freewheeling, - ah! And so are the wheels of this world, embodied in 
this city, So are the wheels of this world embedded in this city So are the 
gears of this world crashing in this city, The gnashing fears of this world 
clashing in this city My mind now is superimposed on my mind then, Down 
into the heart of the monster we go, To spread the message everyone already 
knows And I know that My car runs as blood in the veins of the monster, My 
car runs as blood in the veins of the monster, My blood runs in my veins in 
my car My car runs as blood in the veins of the monster, My car HIV, Hep C 
in the veins of the world, My blood runs in my veins in my car The monster 
is powered by me and myriads like me, The monster's powered by me and 
myriads like me, My blood runs in my veins in my car The monster is powered 
by me and myriads like me, The monster's powered by me and myriads like me 
 Even as we scream - STOP!
8.
No Way In, No Way Out © Penelope Swales 1989 Ah—la-da da etc.. Waltz with me dance with me, walk with me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Waltz with me dance with me, walk with me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Take me in off the street A stranger that I chanced to meet Saw my face and said Hey, you were in the band! Take me to the heater’s glow The student house, they come and go And I was watchin’ Listenin’ to their talk And gauging my reaction Partial irritation, partial attraction Sort of refreshing, but carrying no satisfaction Oh..I am what I’ve always been now I am the stranger now There’s no way on and no way out but when I tried to tell her that, she said “You don’t understand! You don’t understand my cares What colourshall I dye my hair And oh, my birthday’s not the same as Jim Morrison’s” Ohh –wey-oh Do you think he’d like to hear you say so? No you’re right, I shouldn’t criticise I’m sorry that I spoke Plain to see now Revivial’s in full swing You can tell byt the songs that cover bands sing And young people saying “Things aren’t as exciting As they were way back when” Now, mother, tell me is it true? Was it all just paisley, mini-skirts and pointy shoes or Was there more than that wasn’ there something more than that Oh, makes me think of what I’ve heard Of students with the courage to try and change the world Students that make this bunch, yeah, Look a little bit absurd Still gong on today, now no longer a western phenomenon Marching on the people’s town Guns and tanks have mowed them down And can you tell me This is not your problem? We’re all in together now There’s no way in and no way out And can you say – it’s all too far away it’s all too far away? Oh, sittin’ on the uni lawns in the sun Some of these people have seen the damage that’s been done Posters flappin’ in the breeze that Proclaim the bloodshed of the young And I see other ones Do those words spell “Blood”? Does that Chinese lettering spell “Blood”? Ah—la-da da etc.. Theres danger in the cliché now there’s no way in and no way out how hard it is To say things so that people will understand Sitting in the comfy chair seeing what they say and what they wear And tell me, do you call yourself a radical Do you call yourself a student radical Ah, makes me think of what I’ve heard Some students had the courage to try to change the world And paid the price now, yeah, but Doesn’t the cost seem a bit absurd? And if you know so much Do those words spell “Blood”? Does that Chinese lettering spell “Blood”? Ah—la-da da etc.. I was thinkin’ about them The other side of the world now This is my contribution Not that it does much good, yeah I’m under no delusions About what effect I have on the world’s convolutions Do those words spell “Blood”? Does that Chinese lettering spell “Blood”? Ah—la-da da etc..
9.
Safe Home 06:47
Safe Home © Penelope Swales 2001 Tired but excited And happily complaining About such a long flight And our aches and pains Some of us at the start Some at the ending Some of us safe home Some at journey‘s beginning “Please remain in your seats” The Captain said We rolled our eyes And we shook our heads The he told us the news And somewhere at the baggage carousel It begins to sink in And we’d just left LA When it happened The rush to the phones The rush to the screens The footage, the carnage The horror, the screams To rush into your arms In Sydney’s innocent sunshine To realise just what safe home means Just what safe home means And here comes the anguish Here come the pain Here comes the firefighter Losing their lives in vain Despair wrestles hope As the death toll grows For who knows how many families Who just forgot what safe home means And it starts me realising Tell me, how many people In the Middle East Have tasted this terror Have felt this grief How much “Collateral Damage” Have these leaders condoned Who now talk so righteously Can you remind me what safe home means And here comes the media, Beating up the story Here come the attacks on ethnic minorities The same old hype, The same old hypocrisy No mention of lives lost Because of US foreign policy Do you know what safe home means? World-wide, politicians cry "cowardice!" So why are American lives so much more precious? The same pain, the same incomprehension Is felt by Afghan, Iraqi, Palestinian civilians Do you know what "civilian" means? Do you know what "civilian" means? And the US bombs with impunity With its high-tech planes Suffers no casualties So why is that so much less cowardly Than this so bold So cunning and so deadly? Can you remind me what safe home means? So the West gets a taste Of it's own medicine Does it bring comprehension, Will it breed compassion? Can we resist the payback compulsion? Will we remember what safe home means? Remember what safe home means? And here comes the anger What revenge will we see? Here comes the cry “An attack on Democracy!” Here comes the man Who didn't even get a majority In his much-touted Land of the Free Can you remind me what democracy means? Yeah, here comes Bush Bashing on the bible Quoting the 23rd psalm, behold He'd be better to read 'bout David and Goliath Or that bit about How you reap what you sow Do you know what safe home means? The rush for the phones, the rush to the screens The footage the carnage, the horror, the screams To rush into your arms in Sydney’s innocent sunshine And realise just what safe home means. Just what safe home means I'm just trying to say Bear it in mind This is how all people feel w When bombs fall from the sky Send your thoughts out Out on the seas To the crowded boats of refugees Who only want what safe home means Who only want what safe home means They only want what safe home means Do you know what safe home means - Oohhh--------
10.
Guenevere and the Fire © Fred Small My grandmother was born in 1900 On a farm in New South Wales She wed a dairyman who liked to raise a pint of ale The first child came when she as twenty Five more babes in seven years That first daughter was my mother They called her Guenevere Little Gwen would play beneath the willow "Yes the Queen would love some tea" Helped with chores that never ended Tried to mind, tried to please Sometimes she heard the music, Wild and strange in the summer night "They're dirty people," warned her mother "Never go near their campfire light" "Stay away from the camp of the blackfellas Little white girls have disappeared! They drink and dance when the moon is red Never, never let them see your golden hair!" Came the winter of '27 So cold the milk froze in the pail Her mother hung the nappies by the hearth Her dad in town for a round of ale A spark leapt from the fire that night And wrapped her mother in a gown of flame Flailing, dancing in a frenzy Falling down in voiceless pain Stillness, and the stench of burning Then so soft, 'twas like a ghost "Fetch the Cunninghams" she whispered "Bring me aid, or I am lost!" The Cunninghams were not two miles away And they the nearest whites Past the camp of the Aborigines Past the demons of the night Stay away from the camp of the blackfellas Little white girls have disappeared! They drink and dance when the moon is red Never, never let them see your golden hair! "I must run to save my mother I must go now, I must fly!" But still she heard her mother's tales Of the devil drums and the evil eye Her mother's breathing ever fainter Gwen frozen in her fright Seven hours 'til dawn she waited For the safety of the light Now she runs 'til her feet are bleeding To the house upon the hill Now comes the doctor's wagon speeding t To her mother cold and still They laid her down in the Nowra graveyard >From the bible read a verse Children sent to aunts and uncles Some to Melbourne, some to Perth Gwen packed her canvas satchel, Could not hold the salt tears back Turned to leave her home forever Faced a woman gnarled and black "Child, our hearts are heavy With grieving for your loss We live so close by you Why did you not come to us? We have herbs to heal the burning We have salves to ease the pain We could have helped, had we but known And made your mother whole again" Stay away from the camp of the blackfellas Little white girls have disappeared! They drink and dance when the moon is red Never, never let them see your golden hair! Stay away from the camp of the blackfellas White girls have disappeared! They drink and dance when the moon is red Never, never let them see your golden hair!
11.
The Old Man in the Rock © Penelope Swales 1997 The younger daughter of a conquering race Walks through a desolate landscape and contemplates Unwilling pioneers that came to this place And what of the people that came before Where did they go when it rains I crawl under a jutting rock for shelter Chorus: And a voice says “Sit down, stay warm, keep dry The rain will be over by and by It’s rare I have a visitor these days Sit tight and listen with me To the sweet sounds of the harmonies Can you hear the spirits singin’ in the rain?” You know I listened And realised I could hear music And see things in the sky If I was religious I mighta thought it was a choir of angels An atheist woulda said it was a trick of the light. Chorus And the spirits sing….. He said “The people who once walked this land Had a name for me and a story But I no longer know where they are” He said “The people who now come walkin’ On the path below look sad and awkward And they just follow the line of the scar” He said “Do you know where my people are?” And I knew only too well Streets and bars and welfare departments And prison cells I suddenly thought – maybe I should leave But he said no, daughter, stay Anyone who listens hard enough can find spirit of place And a voice says “Sit down, stay warm, keep dry They’ll be returning by and by My people will survive, coz they are strong Sit tight and listen with me To the sweet sounds of the harmonies They’ve been singin’ since before you came And they’ll be singin’ after you’re gone Ra-dat-da…..
12.
Aunty Betty 05:48
Aunty Betty 
 © Penelope Swales 1995 Ooh, insulation. A small room away from the ground, away from the sky. Ooh, 
insulation. Blankets over the windows, keep out the night, keep out the 
light. We don't live together, we live seperately and winter's coming. We 
don't live together, we live separately and hard times are coming. People 
create their own individual rooms, their own surrogate wombs. People say to 
each other "Won't you come up to my room?" People sit together - incense and 
candlelight. 
People talk together, sharing smoke, sharing wine. Oh, living in this city. 
Oh, it's like living in a labyrinth. The dripping corridors are the 
wet-brick walls and low-slung, oppressive sky. We're just creatures, small 
cave-rats, living in a labyrinth. Amid the putrid phosphorescence, shop 
windows, traffic lights, stalactites. Ooh, isolation. Houses on the 
outskirts of town. Ooh, endless frustration. McWilliams port, sorrows to 
drown. People live together, yet seperately, with their own kind. With 
people that live together, share their smokes, share their wine. Oh, living 
in a redneck town. Oh, it's like living in apartheid. The conciousness of 
your colour and your birth is reflected in everyone's eyes, black or white. 
And Aunty Betty said "I said to my nephews 'Come home, come live with me by 
the creek. Come home, come home to the Land.' but they're too drunk with 
anger to listen to me "Aunty Betty said "I've done my share of destroying 
myself." Yeah, Aunty Betty said " I know you care, 'coz I can always tell." 
Aunty Betty and I looked at each other over campfire, over breakfast. Over 
two hundred years of war and hate, and Aunty Betty said, she said "I love 
you, sis." Ooh, sisalation. Back in the city we seek natural ways to live 
unnaturally. Ooh, implementation. Sit 'round our bar radiator drinking 
herbal tea. We could live together, close to the ground, close to the sky. 
Be friends with the weather. Accept the wet, embrace the dry. Oh, we try to 
do it anyway. Sitting 'round a candle as if it were a campfire. Here in this 
hell our race has made. Plaster caves, concrete canyons, bitumen forest 
floor. We try to do it anyway, sitting 'round a candle as if it were a 
campfire. But you know, Aunty Betty said we could go visit her anytime, 
anytime, anytime. She said "We could live together, not seperately, but side 
by side. Be friends with each other - I don't care if you're black or 
white!" She said we could live together, close to the ground, close to the 
sky. Be friends with each other. Accept the rough, embrace the happy times. 
Aunty Betty said, Aunty Betty said, Aunty Betty said. And you know, if Aunty 
Betty said it, then it must be true.
13.
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Steel-Hearted Annie © Kath Tait Steel Hearted Annie came home from work Through the park in the dark where the rapist lurked Behind the bushes and about to attack With the cold wind whistling across his back He pounced on Annie coz she was slim Coz she looked so frail and feminine But he wouldn't have done it if he only knew That she was a master of Kung Fu! Chorus: Steel-Hearted Annie with an iron will Looks about as frail as a daffodil But you don't take a chance with a small slim dame With a punch like a piston on a steam train Steel-Hearted Annie don't like to pose Like a trembling victim in a movie show She gets mad when she's in distress Like an animal in the wilderness There's nothing she wouldn't do to survive Got a strong desire to stay alive And she looks cute in pink or blue But she is a master of kung fu repeat chorus Steel-Hearted Annie lived near a jail Where a psycho-killer was released on bail He crept stealthily through the night Broke into her house to give her a fright And the cold wind whistled through the window frames Made a sound like ghost rattlin' chains But the psycho-killer ran for his life When he saw Annie comin' with the carving knife! repeat chorus Steel-hearted Annie told all her friends Ya gotta stand up to violence She went to classes and learned to fight Now she's not afraid to walk around at night She's a great big shark in a little tin can A little firecracker with a great big bang So just be careful what you do Coz Annie's now a master of Kung Fu!
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So Lucky 05:30
So Lucky © Penelope Swales 2004 We’re so lucky to be here In a beautiful place, in a time of peace Of local peace, this peace is local and it’s important to know and to remember That it is not peaceful everywhere We’re so lucky to sit here in the expectation that we can sit here That no bomb will fall, that these walls will not cave in on us Our governments may be at war, but we have no argument with anyone That’s how we feel, that’s what we like to believe It’s not necessarily what the people on the other side might see But it’s only random good fortune that leads us to be born into the bosom of the strong Where we’re so lucky to be able to worry about romance or cars Or whether or not we like our boss Lulled by the luxury we don’t realise The extent of the compromise That we’re just cogs ina machine, making money for a man We’ll never meet It’s important to remember that we did nothing to deserve this good luck It’s not because we’re better, have better Karma or possess a better god It’s certainly not because we’ve got better leaders, we’re here because In order to have all that wealth and power, those in power need consumers We’re so lucky to be here wearing clothes of our choice To reveal skin to conceal skin To pain our faces or leave them plain To grow our hair or cut it short We’re so lucky to be able to go out and work And be independent of our families and of our culture We may get lonely, we may be exposed to danger We may get lonely, we may be exposed to danger We may get lonely, we may be exposed to danger But we’re still safer here than we would be almost anywhere else It’s important to remember that we did nothing to deserve this good luck These luxuries are the legacies of the labours and struggles of the people of the past Of the women, of the unions, of those who worked so hard Who risked their lives, who compromised their families, so we could be So lucky to be here, In a beautiful place, in a time of peace It’s important to remember that we did nothing to deserve this good luck It’s not because we’re better, have better Karma or possess a better god It’s certainly not because we’ve got better leaders, we’re here because In order to have all that wealth and power, those in power need consumers And we’re just lucky that we happen to be the consumers But in order for them to make money from us They have to have something for us to consume And that has to come from somewhere It has to come from someone Who once lived in a beautiful place, In what once was a time of peace Somewhere someone else has to have less so that we can have so much more than we need So if we’re lucky enough to be here In this beautiful place, in this time of peace If we’re lucky enough to still have some freedom of movement Some freedom of speech Then we’re lucky enough to know What it is that we’ve been seeing If we’re lucky enough to live In what must be called, for want of a better word, a democracy Then we have to shoulder the responsibility Because we are responsible for the actions of our leaders. I’m calling on you to wake from your dream While you’re, while you’re, while you’re still While we’re still So lucky to be here In a beautiful place, in a time of peace

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Penelope Swales first began to write political material at 20, when she was deeply affected by the massacre of pro-democracy demonstrators in Beijing in June 1989. At this point she wrote "No Way In, No Way Out", which is her first political song and a new recording of it appears in this collection. She went on to make a name for herself as a political songwriter

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released July 1, 2010

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Penelope Swales Emerald, Australia

Penelope Swales has been articulating the human condition with passion and humour for 30+ years. She sings about politics, love, friendship, the unbreakable bond between us and dogs and the impact of the Internet on society. She won the 2019 Alistair Hulett Songs for Social Justice Award with “Cambridge Analytica”. “The Ides of March in Christchurch" was short-listed for the same award in 2020. ... more

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