Cool Songs:

01 - Karma Chameleon - Culture Club
02 - Redemption Song - Bob Marley
03 - We Built This City - Starship
04 - Death or Glory - Rose Tattoo
05 - Bound For Glory - Angry Anderson
06 - Raining On The Rock - John Williamson & Warren H Williams
07 - Moonlight Shadow - Mike Oldfield
08 - Two Dollar - Tom E Lewis
09 - Gradle to the Grave - Glenn Skuthorpe
10 - Wild Horses - Bullamakanka
11 - Afraid of the Dark - Coloured Stone
12 - Walking in the Rain - Grace Jones
13 - Like a Prayer - Madonna
14 - The Silk Road - Kitaro
15 - Harbour Town - Ice House
16 - Dancin' In The Ruins - Blue Oyster Cult
17 - Heaven is a Place on Earth - Belinda Carlile
18 - Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Smashing Pumpkins
19 - Africa - Toto
20 - Land of Confusion - Gneiss
21 - Get Rhythm - Ry Cooder
22 - Slice of Heaven - Dave Dobbyn
23 - Can't Keep It In - Cat Stevens
24 - Murder Reigns - Ja Rule
25 - The City Sleeps - MC 900 Foot Jesus
26 - Trash City - Transvision Vamp
27 - You'll Never Know - 1927
28 - That's Freedom - John Farnham
29 - Dancing in the Dark - Bruce Springsteen
30 - Solid Rock - Goanna


THE BUNYIP AND THE WHISTLING KETTLE

I knew a most superior camper
Whose methods were absurdly wrong,
He did not live on tea and damper
But took a little stove along.

And every place he came to settle
He spread with gadgets saving toil,
He even had a whistling kettle
To warn him it was on the boil.

Beneath the waratahs and wattles,
Boronia and coolibah,
He scattered paper, cans and bottles,
And parked his nasty little car.

He camped, this sacrilegious stranger
(The moon was at the full that week),
Once in a spot that teemed with danger
Beside a bunyip-haunted creek.

He spread his junk but did not plunder,
Hoping to stay the weekend long;
He watched the bloodshot sun go under
Across the silent billabong.

He ate canned food without demurring,
He put the kettle on for tea.
He did not see the water stirring
Far out beside a sunken tree.

Then, for the day had made him swelter
And night was hot and tense to spring,
He donned a bathing-suit in shelter,
And left the firelight's friendly ring.

He felt the water kiss and tingle.
He heard the silence - none too soon!
A ripple broke against the shingle,
And dark with blood it met the moon.

Abandoned in the hush, the kettle
Screamed as it guessed its master's plight,
And loud it screamed, the lifeless metal,
Far into the malicious night.

John Manifold


One of my Aussie role models and heroes is Ned Kelly. A bushranger, an enemy of the state, a loving father, and a loyal friend. He was oppressed by a draconian government and harassed by the police, he took up arms and donned armour to defend life, family, and friends. He led a wild life and the tales of told of his bold deeds are many. When police surrounded and laid siege to a homestead where two of Ned's friends were held up, he donned his armour, took up has guns, and walked into the fray alone. He knew full well that the police numbers were such that he could not succeed. But he went to the aid of his friends regardless. His armour, forged from plough shears and bound with hardened leather was highly resistant to the police fire. They brought him down by shooting his legs. He was hanged for his "mis-deeds". His last words on this earth were.,

"Such is life."

Such a one a we all should be...