A Tribute To Epic

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CLO MUSIC

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None of Michael’s songs are on Spotify; instead, this is the only place to hear and own them.

All the proceeds from Michael’s songs go toward funding CLO’s work.

Lyrics We came down from Darwin With the dust in our veins, We drove across the Nullarbor, Driven by change. There were convoys from Melbourne And busloads from Cairns, Where we camped at Wodonga And fuelled up at Pheasants Nest. And there were tears of hope singing Through our liberated eyes, As we scrawled “Freedom Forever” Across our Government’s lies. [Pre-chorus] As we scrawled “Freedom Forever” Across all our Government’s lies. [Chorus ] And we didn’t come to start a war, And we didn’t come to hate— Instead, we came to remind you That we were still your mates. And we didn’t come to start a war, And we didn’t come to hate— Instead, we came to remind you That it was not too late . [Verse] But our country had gone crazy, Corrupted by fear, And before us, the long path Was already flooded with tears. Yet in Epic, we were dancing, For we knew what we’d done: Together, we’d made the birth Of all our freedoms. And this new cry for liberty Were the smiles in our hugs, As the cops haunted our periphery, Like Tyranny’s new thugs. But for one night in Canberra, We knew we were aglow, And our luminance was shining Like a beacon of hope. [Chorus, choir] And we didn’t come to start a war, And we didn’t come to hate— Instead, we came to remind you That we were still your mates. And we didn’t come to start a war, And we didn’t come to hate— Instead, we came to remind you That it was not too late . So never forget how, By just being authentic, We drew a deep line in their cold sand From a showground called Epic. So never forget how, By leading the way, We wrote a fresh song of Freedom That you can still sing today. [Chorus, choir] So, sing like you’ve never sung before, Sing, now, like your soul’s found its wings. Sing out, like an echo through our time Until our grandchildren are born, Humming our lines. Until our grandchildren are born Into freedom’s warm and glorious light. Until our grandchildren are born Into freedom’s warm and glorious light. MGG