Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

<br>Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand,<br>Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,<br>The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as I watch the<br>sun sink `neath these ancestral plains.<br>Outcast in the outback--forgotten by time,<br>Lie the fragile remains of a world that was mine.<br>What money could not buy--the strong chose to steal,<br>To them power and riches were all that was real.<br>Then sold into slavery (iron-ore digger),<br>I am your `abbo`--your lacky--your `nigger.`<br>Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his<br>hand,<br>He`s the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread<br>soft in his footsteps and whisper his name.<br>A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that remains of the past,<br>A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the `missing link` holds the chain fast.<br>Watch us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,<br>Bodies bathed in starlit twilight--high above our spirits fly.<br>Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,<br>Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.<br>This `savage` nobility rule without thrones,<br>And by birthright inherit things we`ll never own.<br>Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach<br>from their bodies with prehensile minds.<br>We sons of the wilderness--unchained and free,<br>Cast our spirits to fly with the birds through the trees.<br>(See a bloodline that extends from Genesis to fiery end).<br>Over bushland and billabong astral forms soar--<br>`Til the therms of our passion can bear us no more.<br>(Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by human hand).<br>Unaware what you search for is already mine.<br>Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched<br>by his hand,<br>He`s the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread<br>soft in his footsteps and whisper his name.<br>A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that remains of the past,<br>A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the `missing link` holds the chain fast.<br>As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the light of day,<br>Pause a moment (stop and wonder)--who`s most savage you or they?<br>Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,<br>Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.