Australian writer, actor and poet, David Haviland, gives an inspired reading of his self-penned ballad, "Old Farts Like Me".
Satirical with a touch of tongue-in-cheek humour, "Old Farts Like Me" harks back to a time when Australia held community values closest to its heart, before advances in technology and shifts in governmental policy brought about the conditions that exist today -- industrial degradation, job losses, mining dependency, and foreign ownership.
"OLD FARTS LIKE ME"
I was wading through the newspaper
To see if I could find anything of interest to occupy my mind,
When a statement by the Minister for Ageing caught my eye:
I quote, “By 2050, twenty-per-cent of us will be over 65.”
Oh dearie dearie me! In a little more than thirty years,
Australia will be over-run by a bunch of old farts like me!
How will future generations cope with our nation’s destiny?
And then I got to thinking -- maybe they could use advice from some old fart like me.
Maybe they're not interested; indeed, why should they be?
In words from a bloke who was raised on bread and Vegemite washed down by strong black tea.
But they might indulge me passing on a bit of history,
About who did what, and what was where, and how things used to be --
Like the migrant camp where I once lived in... 1953.
Back then, in Adelaide, dad worked in a factory --
I passed by just the other day, but I saw no activity.
It seems they're closing all the plants -- our ship-building and auto industry.
And now there's just a great big parking lot where my home used to be.
A migrant's son I was raised, real young, to know what's in store for me:
Obey the law! Sing God Save the Queen! And she'll be right, you'll see!
I actually caught a glimpse of the Queen in... 1954,
When Royalty paid a visit, though, nobody told me what for.
And then we were hit by that earthquake! Oh, the fault was not hers, I'm sure.
I remember all the almond orchards; the train to Semaphore.
I suppose in the name of progress and posterity, these things had to be sacrificed,
but it seems a shame to me, who was raised on bread and Vegemite and too many cups of tea.
Oh, by now I know you're wondering what all this bit of history has to do with our nation's destiny?
After all, things have sure moved on since the previous century.
Nowadays, you don't have to learn to count or even sign your name,
but God help you if you forget your PIN...
you might never be you again!
As for our economy...
It's obvious to me:
As long as we keep digging holes to support foreign industry,
Pretty soon there'll be one great big hole, where Australia used to be.
But, like I said,
Who needs advice from a bunch of old farts like me?
David Haviland -- October 22, 2014
Guitar -- "Waiting" by Calum Graham