[Intro - Free time] Gentlemen... What is the charge? Enjoying a meal? A succulent Chinese meal? This is democracy manifest. No context. All country. [Verse 1 - 84 BPM, clipped] Two-fifteen. Fluoro hum. Food-court shutter. Trent wants a light by the bins. Ciggy-butt mutter. One spark finds a gum tree; summer turns copper. Scotty leaves for Hawaii: "I don't hold a hose, mate." The hose opens anyway; every gutter seeks the sea. Water reaches Cheviot. Harold Holt is never seen. Pacific snap-freezes, Salt Lake slick at the bend. Four skaters hit the deck; Bradbury survives the end. [Tempo lift - 104 BPM] Ice melts under Raygun in the Paris summer glare, kangaroo across the floor, zeroes everywhere. Infinite in every feed; the Nollsy wound reopens: "Robbed at Australian Idol!" Every group chat knows it. The appeal moves to Corey's place, five hundred at the gate, yellow sunnies through the chaos, cops arrive too late. Camera cuts to Clare outside the Cross: "Chk-chk-boom!" Blue lights find a Commodore and flood the afternoon. Police ask the driver. Silence. "Just waiting for a mate." [Refrain - 70 BPM, half-time] Yeah nah in the engine. Nah yeah in the gears. Just waiting for a mate, then get on the beers. It's the vibe. It's Mabo. Tell him he's dreamin'. Australia manifest, inexplicably breathin'. [Verse 2 - 90 BPM, swung] Bunnings puts the onion underneath the snag for safety. One escapes the bread and rolls through Canberra sedately. Tony Abbott catches it and bites the brown skin whole; "suppository of wisdom" follows, language takes its toll. Hansard holds the wording; Julia sights the blue tie, won't be lectured on misogyny and tells the chamber why. Blue ink travels north and lands on Bob Katter's desk: crocodiles take somebody every three months. Next! [Tempo jump - 116 BPM] Pauline brings a burqa: "Please explain," then "I don't like it." Egg Boy cracks one on Anning; breakfast turns defiant. Kevin '07 speaks Mandarin, subtitles running under. Dan's press conference gets cut to "Get on the beers" like thunder. A slab rolls down the pavement; Barnaby lies asleep. It stops at Engadine Maccas; legal says don't speak. Unconfirmed internet legend, comment sections never late: Australia posts the same reply and tags another mate. [Refrain - 70 BPM, half-time] Yeah nah in the engine. Nah yeah in the gears. Just waiting for a mate, then get on the beers. It's the vibe. It's Mabo. Tell him he's dreamin'. Australia manifest, inexplicably breathin'. [Verse 3 - 76 BPM, loping] Powerlines at Bonnie Doon hum serenity at night. Dale digs another hole. Darryl says the vibe is right. Mabo. Constitution. Jousting sticks for sale. "Tell him he's dreamin'." Pool room. Straight to the wall. Power enters Fountain Lakes; Kath says, "Look at moi." Kim says, "Noice, different, unusual." Cardonnay. They're not merely affluent. They're effluent, indeed. Television changes channel; every slogan is released. [Ad break - 102 BPM, bouncing] Yellow Pages: "Not happy, Jan!" Cornfield: "Marge, the rains are here!" Great Wall: "Charter boat? What charter boat?" Rhonda meets Ketut; sunrise in the mirror. Go-go mobile rattles past: "G-O-G-G-O!" Frank Walker shouts "National Tiles!" through the radio. Big Kev is excited. Rex receives the call: "Sic 'em!" Then the television tumbles off the wall. [Final sprint - 122 BPM] Bin chicken in the wheelie bin, magpie owns the sky. Drop bear watches backpackers through a blood-red eye. Ee-moo high command: undefeated in the west. AU Falcon Marketplace: cash only, swaps rejected. Bread clip splints a double plugger, goon bag starts to spin. Hills Hoist roulette; somebody's auntie's gonna win. Potato cake or skoll-up starts the interstate fight. Parma versus parmi keeps the border war alive. Chicken salt on everything, Tim Tam through the Milo. Servo pie at three a.m., choccy milk for the ride home. Big Banana, Big Prawn, Big Merino, Pineapple. Centrelink hold music makes one minute geological. Not here to fuck spiders. Onions underneath. Nollsy was robbed. Ee-moo undefeated. [Final refrain - 68 BPM, massive half-time] Yeah nah in the engine. Nah yeah in the gears. Just waiting for a mate, then get on the beers. It's the vibe. It's Mabo. Tell him he's dreamin'. Australia manifest, inexplicably breathin'. [Outro - Free time] The Big Prawn declines an interview. The Big Merino has no comment.
