Lyr Add: Song of the Black Bream Fisherman

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Song of the Black Bream Fisherman
From: GUEST,Shimrod
Date: 14 May 07 - 06:04 AM

And another - my cup runneth over!

Subject: Lyr Add: Song of the Black Bream Fisherman
From: Stewie
Date: 14 May 07 - 02:59 AM

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SONG OF THE BLACK BREAM FISHERMAN
(Phil Gray)

The season's open for another year
Got my old van and I've got me gear
My rusty old truck and the boat slung on top
And I'll camp once again by the shoreline

My nets will be wet by the starter's gun
Three hundred metres will be my best run
What with settin', pullin' and sortin' the bream
Wish I could afford an offsider

Oh, Huey, be kind and leave the net clean
Leave it heavy with the tasty black bream
At the market price, I need all I can get
How can a bloke earn a crust when there's weed in the net

The rules are made for the government men
We all work to the industry plan
With settin' times, mesh size and minimum lengths
They're all 'sposed to safeguard our futures

But the future's not governed by those red tapey boys
Or the greenies, markets or government ploys
Phosphate and poisons in the catchment streams
Will drive us all to the dole queue

Tourists come campin' with their tents and their dogs
Shielas go topless, the blokes hit the grog
With their yakkies, their nookies, their partyin' on
Don't know why they even bother

They all get snarly when the see m'haul
But forget the years I've put into it all
To outsmart the bream with their canny ways
Is a trick partyin' don't teach you

Well, I'm not educated in posh-learnin' style
But to see that mob makes me smile
By the seat o' your pants is the learnin' you'll get
When you're tangled and strangled with weed in the net

Chasin' the bream in this estuary foam
Takes me away from my family and home
When loneliness creeps with the evening chill
Muscat's a warmin' companion

But I do like the life and I do like the fish
The freedom, the graftin', it's all I could wish
It's the smell of the open, the spray in yer face
And it's breathin' that makes life worth livin'

Now I've finished the season with a decent pay cheque
Back home to the missus, a beaut pain in the neck
For now the good times are the best we'll have yet
So to hell with the worry and the weed in the net

Till the season's open for another year
I'll have me old van and I'll have all me gear
My rusty old truck with the boat slung on top
And I'll camp once again by the shoreline

Source: Loaded Dog 'A Coastline Facing West' [No label]

--Stewie.