Concrete Gulf - The Askavole Project

Aussie Hip-hop, Rap, Hip-hop, Aussie Rap

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[Intro]

Yeah.
Look out over the Gulf.
South Aus.
It used to be different, man.
Listen.

[Verse 1]
I remember red dirt turning into golden sands
Down at Aldinga, used to know the lay of the land
Now it’s concrete creeping down the Southern Expressway
Subdivisions stealing all the light from the day
We traded ancient gums for the shopping mall sprawl
Pushed away the history, just to build up a wall
Used to breathe the sea breeze rolling off St Vincent
Now the air is heavy and the memories are distant
They paved over the scrub, put up a brand new estate
Told us it was progress, but they served us the bait
We’re forgetting the dirt that we got on our shoes
Just paying off the mortgage singing metropolitan blues.

[Chorus]
We gotta love the land that we came from, mate
Before the soul of the South gets wiped from the slate
It’s changing for the worse, yeah, the spirit is torn
From the Mount Lofty ranges to the place we were born
Hold on to the roots, let the bitumen crack
We’re losing South Australia and we ain't getting it back.

[Verse 2]
Look at Rundle, used to be the heart of the town
Now everybody’s rushing with their heads looking down
The local pubs closing, replaced by the chains
And nobody’s listening to what the country explains
From the Fleurieu coast up to the Flinders peaks
We’re silencing the river every time that it speaks
We’re selling out our backyard for a handful of cash
Turning gold-star horizons into industrial ash
And it ain't for the better, no, it ain't for the good
We’re burning out the engine under the neighborhood hood
Forgot how to walk on the soil, how to stand in the rain
We traded in the beauty for a pocket of pain.

[Bridge]
Stop.
Take a breath of the southern wind.
Remember what it was before the greed moved in.
The Kaurna land crying under asphalt strips.
The truth of it tasting kinda sour on the lips.
We gotta wake up. Respect the earth in our hands.
Before we're just strangers in our own native lands.

[Chorus]
Yeah, we gotta love the land that we came from, mate
Before the soul of the South gets wiped from the slate
It’s changing for the worse, yeah, the spirit is torn
From the Mount Lofty ranges to the place we were born
Hold on to the roots, let the bitumen crack
We’re losing South Australia and we ain't getting it back.

[Outro]
Love the land.
Respect the South.
Before it’s just a story coming out of an empty mouth.
Yeah.
Concrete Gulf.
Bring it back. We gotta bring it back.

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[Intro] Yeah. Look out over the Gulf. South Aus. It used to be different, man. Listen. [Verse 1] I remember red dirt turning into golden sands Down at Aldinga, used to know the lay of the land Now it’s concrete creeping down the Southern Expressway Subdivisions stealing all the light from the day We traded ancient gums for the shopping mall sprawl Pushed away the history, just to build up a wall Used to breathe the sea breeze rolling off St Vincent Now the air is heavy and the memories are distant They paved over the scrub, put up a brand new estate Told us it was progress, but they served us the bait We’re forgetting the dirt that we got on our shoes Just paying off the mortgage singing metropolitan blues. [Chorus] We gotta love the land that we came from, mate Before the soul of the South gets wiped from the slate It’s changing for the worse, yeah, the spirit is torn From the Mount Lofty ranges to the place we were born Hold on to the roots, let the bitumen crack We’re losing South Australia and we ain't getting it back. [Verse 2] Look at Rundle, used to be the heart of the town Now everybody’s rushing with their heads looking down The local pubs closing, replaced by the chains And nobody’s listening to what the country explains From the Fleurieu coast up to the Flinders peaks We’re silencing the river every time that it speaks We’re selling out our backyard for a handful of cash Turning gold-star horizons into industrial ash And it ain't for the better, no, it ain't for the good We’re burning out the engine under the neighborhood hood Forgot how to walk on the soil, how to stand in the rain We traded in the beauty for a pocket of pain. [Chorus] We gotta love the land that we came from, mate Before the soul of the South gets wiped from the slate It’s changing for the worse, yeah, the spirit is torn From the Mount Lofty ranges to the place we were born Hold on to the roots, let the bitumen crack We’re losing South Australia and we ain't getting it back. [Bridge] Stop. Take a breath of the southern wind. Remember what it was before the greed moved in. The Kaurna land crying under asphalt strips. The truth of it tasting kinda sour on the lips. We gotta wake up. Respect the earth in our hands. Before we're just strangers in our own native lands. [Chorus] Yeah, we gotta love the land that we came from, mate Before the soul of the South gets wiped from the slate It’s changing for the worse, yeah, the spirit is torn From the Mount Lofty ranges to the place we were born Hold on to the roots, let the bitumen crack We’re losing South Australia and we ain't getting it back. [Outro] Love the land. Respect the South. Before it’s just a story coming out of an empty mouth. Yeah. Concrete Gulf. Bring it back. We gotta bring it back.

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