¤ Ethnocide in the Outback
An animated history of Australia, from European discovery to modern days; funny, slapstick humour, with a little satire thrown in ↓
◊ Australian Aboriginal Genocide ↓ [info from Australian government sources]
•→ Aboriginal History ⇐ From the Dreamtime to the arrival of the British…till now.
•→ 200+ years of Aboriginal Australian History ⇐
Ð Dreamtime ↓
Φ Aboriginal Transrock ↓ NGORUNDERI
Features excerpts from the film production of the Australian Aborigines-first Australians. and tribal initiation. The title track is linked to the mythical figure of a god or ancestor of the tribes of Australia cosmology: NGURUDERI.
≡ The Rainbow Serpent ↓
The Rainbow Serpent participates in the creation of the world in so many of the Aboriginal Myths of Dreamtime. This version is an amalgamation, but based largely on the work of Dick Roughsey [Music by Richard Walley]
•→ Aboriginal Dreamtime Story ⇐
«Waltzing Matilda» is Australia’s most widely known bush ballad. This country folk song by Rolph Harris is felt by many Australians as «the unofficial national anthem of their country».
The title is Australian slang for travelling by foot with one’s goods (waltzing, derived from the German auf der Walz) in a «Matilda» (a swagman’s bundle) slung over one’s back. The song narrates the story of an itinerant worker, or «swagman», making a drink of tea at a bush camp and capturing a sheep to eat. When the sheep’s owner arrives with three police officers to arrest the worker for the theft, the worker commits suicide by drowning himself in the nearby watering hole, after which his ghost haunts the site.
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled:
«Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me?»Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled:
«You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.»Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong.
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee.
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag:
«You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.»Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
«You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me»,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag:
«You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.»Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
«You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me»,
«Ride up with that jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.»So up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong…
«You’ll never take me alive!» said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong:
«Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me?»Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
«You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me. . .»
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong:
«Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me?»
– swagman a man who travelled the country looking for work. The swagman’s «swag«, which he carried on his back, was a blanket or cloth that wrapped up his belongings.
– billabong an oxbow lake (a cut-off river bend) found alongside a meandering river.
– coolibah tree a kind of eucalyptus tree which grows near billabongs.
– jumbuck a sheep.
– billy a can for boiling water in, usually 2–3 pints.
– tucker bag a bag for carrying food («tucker»)
– troopers policemen.
– squatter Australian squatters started as early farmers who raised livestock on land which they did not legally have the right to use; in many cases they later gained legal use of the land even though they did not have full possession, and became wealthy thanks to these large land holdings. The squatter’s claim to the land may be as uncertain as the swagman’s claim to the jumbuck.
¤ Glossaries of Australian slang … ⇒[01]⇐ / ⇒[02]⇐
¤ Aussie English ↓ ⇒[vid 01] ⇔ [vid 02] ⇔ [vid 03]⇐
♦ Ned Kelly’s Last Stand at Glenrowan ↓ [June 1880]
Ned Kelly was a wild young bushranger
Out of Victoria he rode with his brother Dan
He loved his people and he loved his freedom
And he loved to ride the wide open land
Ned Kelly was a victim of the changes
That came when his land was a sprout and seed
And the wrongs he did were multiplied in legend
With young Australia growing like a weed
Ned Kelly took the blame – Ned Kelly won the fame
Ned Kelly brought the shame – And then Ned Kelly hanged
Well he hid out in the bush and in the forest
And he loved to hear the wind blow in the trees
While the men behind the badge were coming for him
Ned said they’ll never bring me to my knees
But everything was changed and run in cycles
And Ned knew that his day was at an end
He made a suit of armour out of ploughshares
But Ned was brought down by the trooper’s men
Ned Kelly took the blame – Ned Kelly won the fame
Ned Kelly brought the shame – And then Ned Kelly hanged
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◊→ Adam Hills ↓ Aussie accents [Melbourne, 2006]
I am aware that as Australians we do have the most annoying accent on the planet. I am sure you are aware of, for we all do. If you’re aware we all go up at the end of every sentence, cause we’re all too insecure to actually make a statement. So we have to make it sound like it’s a question. Cause we secretly need your approval. Even when it’s something serious.
«Suzzy got eaten by a shark.»
I’m afraid there going to be high court judgers in 30 years time handing out verdicts going «I found you guilty of murder.»
And you know what we do here in Australia? I didn’t realize ‘till we went overseas. We ask questions that don’t need answering.
«How nice was the weather today?»
I didn’t know we did that until I got to England. I was with a group of English people
«Oh, how heavy is that rain?»
They just looked at me..
«Really heavy?»
I think Jesus might’ve been an Australian. I think maybe Jesus was an Aussie and we’ve just been reading his scriptures with the wrong inflection. Maybe Jesus walked out in the Sermon of the Mount and just went «Ohh, how blessed are the meek?»
And of course the irony of it all is that we’re always so arbitrary about the languages we speak in Australia. We were almost colonised by the French. In fact we were almost colonized by the Dutch.
The Dutch arrived in the 1600s but they arrived in the part of Western Australia where desert basically meets ocean. The Dutch basically walked off their ships and walked around going «Well this is ridiculous…we cannot grow marihuana crops here.» They sailed off.
The French arrived 150 or so years later, but they arrived in Botany Bay, next to city harbour but kinda like swampy, marshland. The French looked around going «Well I agree with the Dutch, this place is shit. [mimics French]» They sailed off.
Captain Cook arrived in Botany Bay but in a rare display of British optimism. He looked around and went «Well it is a bit shit, but I think if we go around the corner it might be nicer.» Although to be fair, I have done my research, Captain Cook would not have sounded like that. Cause Captain Cook actually came from Yorkshire, which means the first words heard by English people upon sailing to Australia would’ve been «This place is focking shite!»
∇ Adam Hills ⇓ Edinburgh Comedy Fest_2010
♦ ◊ Steve Hughes ⇓
London… Excellent. How are you? ⇑ My name’s Steve. I’m, er, I’m from Australia actually. Some of you have probably been to Australia, or some may have probably thought about going to Australia and then… how… how…long does it take to get there? 27 hours, by plane, 27 hours in a tube of farts, it’s a reality now that you really wanna, you know, take on board, and that’s what really happens. You’re sitting there for day and a half with 600 other people eating airline food, I’m telling you – someone’s farted, you understand? You get to Australia, you think you got jetlag; just telling you, it’s not jetlag, you understand? You’ve been […]
It’s a ridiculous distance for any place to be on earth, for god’s sake, the next stop is the Moon!
It’s all like that – growing up there – you stand in there all the time going, «What’s the rest of the world doing? What are they up to? Can we join in?!
«No.»
«Why not?»
«Cause it’s a 12-hour drive to the airport. Sit down.»
Ridic… and there’s no-one there. It’s a continent twice the size of Europe, there’s 22 million people there: that’s no-one, you understand? It’s no-one there. You wanna see a queue in Australia?
An idea, they think – they think it’s crowded – you know what I’m talking about . . . Mumbai, in India, 28 million people – one city. That’s crowded – That’s traffic. Try an put health and safety regulations on these people…
Selling raw chicken on a piece of cardboard in the sun – It’s a brilliant place! We’re always told in the West that we live in the free countries, but […?] knows that’s necessarily true all the time, because you know freedom is a multifaceted construct – hum -which expands beyond political ideology … Yes … And I’ve been to Mumbai, and you can do whatever you want. You can break the law – You can do whatever you want. You wanna sell some socks on the bridge? Sell some socks on the bridge!
«Where’s your sock, mate?»
«Here. What do you want? I get three socks, a battery and a […?] You want it?»
[…?] you want to hang out of the train? You hang out of the train! You get […?]
You wanna get to the doctor? You don’t have to get to the doctor! Why? There’s an old boy in the street with medicine. Get the run around and wait in the queue and ring up, «Can I get an appointment? See a doctor and get a prescription?» No, you buy off this bloke, in the street, and my mate in North London, he gets me he buys medicine of an old Indian bloke in the street! «Why?»
I said, «I’ll tell you why, mate. Because he’s 300 years old, he’s got one tooth and he lives in a bin. He’s STILL ALIVE! That’s why…
All right. You’ve just witnessed the beginning of Apocalypse . . . ⇑ Thank you sir.
I’m actually originally from Australia and, er, it’s good to be up in here about ten years and I’ve been here this summer. The summer is being fucking brilliant this year – here and out in London – Two weeks of fucking sun! And I’m not being patronising – it’s fucking excellent – and, er, it is – ‘cause actually you have a better summer than in Australia, ‘cause it’s actually bearable, you know, in fucking Australia it’s hot as fucking shit, you understand? Four months at a time, and the Europeans go, «How come the Aboriginals didn’t build anything?» Because it’s hot as fucking shit! […?]
‘You wanna build a castle?’
‘Fuck that! I’m going to the beach . . .’
I live in Manchester, which I like a lot. Is there anyone from the North up here? …And it’s cool up there. I like it. «Sorry darling?»
Birmingham? Birmingham? It’s , er, Midlands, Midlands, we’re talking fucking North, mate, Manchester […?]
Canal Street – it’s a gay bar in Manchester – it’s a very very openly gay scene up in Manchester, very cool, but these fellows, quite strange things, this fellow in Manchester, he came up to me, because you know, if you wear an earring in your right ear, which I do, you say in England that man’s gay… «It’s fucking weird; he does? Oh, it’s weird mate, say, in Australia it’s when you get your cock in another man’s ass.»
He got a lot of catching up to do…
No, I admit I have some homophobic friends; no-one is supposed to be like that any more, because it’s the age of political correctness, which is actually intellectual colonialism and psychological fascism to the creation of thought-crime, but I’ve got some homophobic friends and they’re…they’re very funny and a… a lot of people go, tiptoe that, ‘Is he homophobic? Well, they shouldn’t be.’
‘Well, they are.’
‘They should stop it.’
‘Well they’re not.’
‘But they shouldn’t.’
‘Well, you go and tell them.’
I mean, they’re not mental cases, my mates; they don’t hit game, they’re not waiting in the woods with a crossbow, they’re not fucking insane. They just don’t want the kids and that’s the fucking deal. One of my mates, specially, is my agent, he still can’t be without his child, but I saw him about a month ago and he’s still freaking out.
‘I don’t like them, mate. I don’t like them.’
You don’t like who? There’s the porter man.
‘The gays mate. I don’t like them.’
‘Why not mate»
‘Cause I’ll tell you why not. ‘Cause they are not real men. They’re not tough.’
They are not tough …
‘They fuck men.’
It’s hard to be gay. While the straight one: ‘Ooh I’m on a woman. Soft … feminine.’
‘What do you want, dude?
‘I wanna fuck a bloke . . .’
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