accidently patriotic

An ordinary life. Not draped in any flag. Not watching any sport or having thoughts of sport. Walking around outside most of the morning. Hanging out washing. Corned Beef sandwich for lunch reading the papers with a Cascade beer in backyard. Mooching around the net whilst trying to figure out the odd hard disk misbehaviour. Tweaking speakers. Listening to swordfishtrombones for the first time in years. Hello. omg. wtf!!!!

Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces
there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier
there'll be no refreshment for a thirsty jackaroo
from Melbourne to Adelaide on the overlander
with newfangled buffet cars and faster locomotives
the train stopped in Serviceton less and less often
There's nothing sadder than a town with no cheer

Vic Rail decided the canteen was no longer necessary there
no spirits, no bilgewater and 80 dry locals
and the high noon sun beats a hundred and four
there's a hummingbird trapped in a closed down shoe store

This tiny Victorian rhubarb
kept the watering hole open for sixty five years
now it's boilin' in a miserable March 21
strapped the hills in a blanket of Patterson's curse
the train smokes down the xylophone
there'll be no stopping here
all ya can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer
no Bourbon, no Branchwater
though the townspeople here
fought her Vic Rail decree tooth and nail
now it's boilin' in a miserable March 21 strapped the hills in a blanket of Patterson's curse
the train smokes down the xylophone

Tom Waits - Town With No Cheer - 1982

Offspring draws up in new purchase. 1995 Commodore V6 Acclaim.

Bugger me.

I'm patriotic without even trying.

How Australian is that.