Skip to content

Phyl Lobl

PLW_Site-Logo
  • HOME
  • ABOUT ME
    • BIOGRAPHY
    • MY WORKS
    • PHOTO GALLERY
  • SONGS
    • ALBUMS
    • SONGBOOKS
  • EDUCATION
    • EARLY CHILDHOOD MUSIC
    • MUSIC EDUCATION PROGRAM ‘NOT JUST NOISE’
    • TEACHING TRICKS
  • WRITINGS
    • ARTICLES
    • POETRY
    • STORIES
    • MEMOIR
  • CONTACT ME
Menu
PLW_Site-Logo
  • HOME
  • ABOUT ME
    • BIOGRAPHY
    • MY WORKS
    • PHOTO GALLERY
  • SONGS
    • ALBUMS
    • SONGBOOKS
  • EDUCATION
    • EARLY CHILDHOOD MUSIC
    • MUSIC EDUCATION PROGRAM ‘NOT JUST NOISE’
    • TEACHING TRICKS
  • WRITINGS
    • ARTICLES
    • POETRY
    • STORIES
    • MEMOIR
  • CONTACT ME
Menu
  • HOME
  • ABOUT ME
    • BIOGRAPHY
    • MY WORKS
    • PHOTO GALLERY
  • SONGS
    • ALBUMS
    • SONGBOOKS
  • EDUCATION
    • EARLY CHILDHOOD MUSIC
    • MUSIC EDUCATION PROGRAM ‘NOT JUST NOISE’
    • TEACHING TRICKS
  • WRITINGS
    • ARTICLES
    • POETRY
    • STORIES
    • MEMOIR
  • CONTACT ME

MENU

No More Boomerang

Words: Walker (Noonuccal) Tune: Lobl

Renowned aboriginal poet Oogeroo Noonuccal went by the name of Kath Walker in the sixties when she demonstrated wry Aboriginal humour at a modern displacement of traditional customs.

PLW_Album-Cover_Dark-Eyed-Daughter
https://phyllobl.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/No-more-boomerang.mp3
Download Song
Previous Song
Next Song

Lyrics

No more boomerang no more spear,
Now all civilised colour bar and beer.
No more corroboree gay dance and din,
Now we got movies and pay to go in.

No more sharing what the hunter brings,
Now we work for money and pay it back for things.
Now we track bosses to catch a few bob,
Now we go walkabout on bus to the job.

One time naked who never knew shame,
Now we put clothes on to hide whatsaname.
No more gunyah now bungalow,
Paid by hire purchase in twenty years or so.

Lay down the stone axe take up the steel,
Work like a nigger for a white man's meal,
No more firestick that made whites scoff,
Now all electric and no better off.

Bunyip he finish got now instead,
White-fella bunyip call him red.
Abstract pictures now, what they comin' at,
Cripes in our caves we did better than that.

Black hunted wallaby, white hunt dollar,
White-fella witch-doctor wear dog collar.
No more message lubras and lads,
Got television now, mostly ads.

Lay down the woomera, lay down the waddy,
No we got atom bomb. End everybody.

PLW_Site-Logo
  • HOME
  • ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  • WEB LINKS
  • CONTACT ME
Menu
  • HOME
  • ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  • WEB LINKS
  • CONTACT ME
  • HOME
  • ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  • WEB LINKS
  • CONTACT ME
Menu
  • HOME
  • ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  • WEB LINKS
  • CONTACT ME

Copyright © 2019 phyllobl.net. All Rights Reserved. © Copyright remains with Phyl Lobl and acknowledgement of the source of the material where ever it is used would be appreciated.

  • HOME
  • ABOUT ME
    • BIOGRAPHY
    • MY WORKS
    • PHOTO GALLERY
  • SONGS
    • ALBUMS
    • SONGBOOKS
  • EDUCATION
    • EARLY CHILDHOOD MUSIC
    • MUSIC EDUCATION PROGRAM ‘NOT JUST NOISE’
    • TEACHING TRICKS
  • WRITINGS
    • ARTICLES
    • POETRY
    • STORIES
    • MEMOIR
  • CONTACT ME