[ti:The Helm Of Ned Kelly]
[ar:Blackbird Raum]
[al:Under The Starling Host]
[by:李澤昊]
[00:-4.00]Blackbird Raum - The Helm Of Ned Kelly
[00:-3.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:-2.00]@ www.jushandian.cn @
[02:09.48][01:50.43][01:31.83][00:56.75][00:27.22][00:-1.00]
[00:00.05]like a fist clutching bread just to hoard and withhold
[00:04.83]like the grain that they locked in the silo
[00:09.36]we'll be eating soup of stone til what we grow is what we own,
[00:14.05]but we won't steal from the land what's freely given
[00:18.76]tear up the deeds to the land, throw the debts into the furnace,
[00:23.29]debts to god to the banks and to the landlord
[00:27.95]don your armor don your helm, which was forged from an old plows blade
[00:32.55]train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
[01:32.53][00:37.07]I was born from a seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
[01:38.20][00:43.07]from the lips and the tongue of ceridwen
[01:41.77][00:46.31]I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
[01:47.10][00:52.13]in the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
[01:14.42]down their lying in the brush was one bloody tethered horse,
[01:18.68]and one detective in the service of the crown
[01:23.36]even theough we're just one pistol against an army of policemen
[01:27.99]I insist that we are many and they are few
[01:51.11]It was on Van Dieman's land where your father came in transport
[01:55.57]chained like cattle to the deck of a ship
[02:00.13]held hostage in a word, stolen from the shores of erin
[02:04.93]south australia bound in bondage of the queen's men