Exclusively to our dear, faithful, regular bloggers Bullring is pleased to release the first stanza of the feature track, No Mistakin' Barcy, of its eagerly anticipated CD. Sorry Lee but words, music and Gidyea Rock Beat (Gentlissamo) are all protected by copyright.
Try casting your eyes over this without getting the feet tapping or the boots scooting. You can't can ya?
And we have thrown in some Barcy photos for good measure...you may even spot yourself at the Barcy races.
And if that ain't enought we have thrown in the classic space invaders game (not to mention pub pong for Fats) to have a bit of fun with when you visit the blog!
Try casting your eyes over this without getting the feet tapping or the boots scooting. You can't can ya?
And we have thrown in some Barcy photos for good measure...you may even spot yourself at the Barcy races.
And if that ain't enought we have thrown in the classic space invaders game (not to mention pub pong for Fats) to have a bit of fun with when you visit the blog!
NO MISTAKIN' BARCY
Beat: Gidyea Rock (Gentlissamo)
1. Time has passed so quickly; it’s now been quite a while
Since I left my home town and moved many a mile
And it’s a long way from Brissie to the place that I know best
So it’s early in the morning when my trip starts out west.
2. When I reach The Patrick the journey almost ends
Soon I’ll cross the Alice then there’s only two more bends
Till the rows of peltophorums shimmer into view
And welcome me back to the town that I once knew.
Chorus:
‘Cause there’s no mistakin’ Barcy, the heart of the central west
And there’s no forsakin’ city life if you are not impressed
By the smell of the gidyea; an omen of some rain
Or quiet Sunday evenings strolling down to meet the train ……
By sprinklers placed on iron roofs, cooling wide verandahs
Or going to the footy to cheer the mighty Sand Goannas.
Beat: Gidyea Rock (Gentlissamo)
1. Time has passed so quickly; it’s now been quite a while
Since I left my home town and moved many a mile
And it’s a long way from Brissie to the place that I know best
So it’s early in the morning when my trip starts out west.
2. When I reach The Patrick the journey almost ends
Soon I’ll cross the Alice then there’s only two more bends
Till the rows of peltophorums shimmer into view
And welcome me back to the town that I once knew.
Chorus:
‘Cause there’s no mistakin’ Barcy, the heart of the central west
And there’s no forsakin’ city life if you are not impressed
By the smell of the gidyea; an omen of some rain
Or quiet Sunday evenings strolling down to meet the train ……
By sprinklers placed on iron roofs, cooling wide verandahs
Or going to the footy to cheer the mighty Sand Goannas.
Lagoon Creek avec duck
Lagoon Creek sans duck
At the Barcy races
2 comments:
hehehe I think you have to grow up with to appreciate the aromatic smell of Gidyea scrub. A mate from Barcy planted a Gidyea tree is his yard in Brisbane. It grew like wildfire but he had to cut it down because the smell could be 'savoured' from a 2 block radius! Sadly not everybody 'appreciated' the gidyea's aromatic scent. It was described to me by a non local as "worse than any fart I've ever smelled!". Plebian.
Questions -
1. Where did the mate from Barcy get the tree in the first place? Has anyone ever seen a little gidyea tree? Or the seeds from a gidyea tree?
2. How could a gidyea tree, born and bred on the hot, arid gibbers, grow in Brissy? If they liked the Brissy environment so much, shouldn't they have evolved to be an intrinsic part of the local eco system around south east Queensland?
I think that you mate might have got high on the leaves and the whole story evolved from a dream!
RtBfY
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