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So. This is the start of the final five songs. It’s all happening. It’s all here. It’s all nearly at an end.

Feelings? Mixed. Like a cracking cocktail.

And here’s a heaving emotional one to kick it off. It’s a heavy subject…

I read an article this week that sparked this song. It was about the mistreatment of Aboriginal boys at a state-run “training farm” – and the absence of acknowledgment that had been given to these innocent people. As an example, one seven year old kid was asked one day, would he like to go on a train ride? He said yes, so he was given an ice cream and sat happily on a train. It never returned. He was given a number and called by it. And abused, thrashed and god knows what else.

It was twenty years until that kid saw his family again. Twenty. Years.

You can click here for the article, if piqued.

It was also about how some so-called “historians” had written this history out, dialled it down. As if these people needed more cruelty heaped upon them. (The truth will win in the end, Mr Windshuttle.)

Anyway, that’s a rant for another time. One of the men says they told each other: “Never cry”. I guess because that was all they had. Courage and pride.

This time, it’s simply that all that emotion – sure pain, sure anger – struck me hard and set me off. Some things are wrong. So wrong. These stories are some of those things in this world.

I like this song a great deal because it’s in your face, honest and raw; yet it still has a lot that is soulful, even pretty, about it.

I only hope it does at least a little justice to the stories it tells.