© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin [Intro] They said there was gold out here… somewhere past the red plains. Maybe there was. Maybe it was just the sun playing tricks on men who’d already lost too much. My name’s Pier Gun — and I’ve been digging more than dirt. Out here, the land don’t talk much… but it remembers every step you take. [Verse 1] I left Barrowby Station before the dawn, a pocket of hope and a debt unpaid. They said there’s gold past the red plain’s bend, I said, “Hell, I’ll dig it, or fade.” The sun rose hard — the road was mean, I liked the sound my boots made in sin. The land don’t talk, but it listens close, and it knows where I’ve been. [Chorus 1] The land don’t ask, but it remembers, every lie you told, every bridge you burned. The land don’t ask, but it remembers, and one day, boy, the bill comes due. [Verse 2] I drank with thieves in Coolgardie town, sold my soul for a shimmering vein. She blew a tune through a dry reed, said, “This gold will drive you insane.” Warm wind, cold whiskey, short nights — the stars were sharp and thin. The didgeridoo hummed low and slow — the sound of where I’d been. [Chorus 2] The land don’t speak, but it keeps score, every mark you leave, every scar you earn. The land don’t speak, but it keeps score, and one day, boy, the bill comes due. [Bridge] Under a ghost gum’s pale skin, I heard her voice — soft as flame. “She said, the wind you chase is the breath you owe.” [Outro] Now I walk where the creek gives up, my shadow’s thin and true. No gold to show, no names to keep, just the dust and the view. I buried my hat at the ocean’s edge, and the tide took what it must. The land don’t care, but it keeps me — me — my gold, my dust.
