in my new zealand oh the mountainsides so fucking green
we successfully resist the outside idiocy
we dont frankly care what great britain or the united states says or does
we are here in this safe place
we are at peace with the world and ourselves
we are a southern hemisphere skandanavia
this integrity you envy will never be bought
some beautiful volcanic paradise place
i wander to the beach sometimes attended by laughing maori girls
singing some beautiful song i am too old and too new to understand
they dance and move through nature
as i merely walk
women of warriors i must look so strange to you
they laugh
all men are strange to us…
the water is cold and i feel great fish and whales in the green depths
i travel in the footsteps of nature
i meet the locals
the men are fierce and handsome
the women are elusive and smiling
i have these beautiful tattoos i am yet to decipher
the story of a people and the islands they came from
the journeys the battles the betrayals the cruelties the endurance
we remain defiant
truth maybe means a bit more here
yeah we’re old fashioned we still dont mind a bit of truth
yeah in my new zealand where shayne carter is the prime minister
and things are sharp and wryly in focus
the pm said fuck all that bullshit
my new zealand does exactly what it wants to….we earned that right…
the cabinet is the bats and the chills and bailter space and the verlaines
and that amazing guy who was the best david bowie other than the real one
aleister or something or other
and in my new zealand where dragon are all alive again
yeah scented gardens for the blind
take me to the april sun in christchurch
north island south island i’m everywhere
forests and marshes and valleys and crags
the snow and the sea and the rocks and the sky
walking along singing my song in my new zealand