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01-30-2007, 05:19 AM | #1 (permalink) |
They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
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The Broken English
It's about post-colonial anomie, people.
The Broken English Jumped up little island Kebabs and chips and rain A country unsure of its place Our wealth was based on stealing Our fame was earnt in blood And neither are respectable these days We came from nowhere To nowhere we return We came from nowhere To nowhere we return Broken English We are the broken English Broken English Broken English We are the broken English Broken English The only beauty we ever knew Were riches and spices we took from somebody else They said the sun never set Upon those lands of ours That sun now hides behind the clouds Broken English We are the broken English Broken English Broken English We are the broken English Broken English
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