The following song has a distant cousin whose muse inspired the 1989 song Birthright by ABWH.

Art Nouveau, 1904

Dream line

Song for the Aborigi knees

A newborn man dreaming in the eye
scent of music in the flowers

believing more in many weighs
it holds the key that divides the super heroes

this wall is never open
to anglos they are wired,
they were blasted by the silver pound
they were blasted to the wall of sound

this place
this place ain’t big enough
for wrongs and rights

counting of the states’ men fumblin’ one baloon
spending all the treasures they had

so the catcher be chasing aft his number one
they released the dog inside
are humane after owl

so begins our dream line
they hunted like the dodo bird

we the pure
they the savage ignorant

how they cross their investments after oil
come on

for without them we are loan-ly
this land is so deride
for without them we are sorely
will surely change the wild

this place ain’t big enough
for wrongs and rights
this place ain’t big enough
for stars at night

this place
this face
this grace
this mace

is yours by your birth, right?

the son has better feelings
Untied now we are fine
to deliver our exit scans

keep it up
keep it up
give it up this human time

give us some

we can break the time of human dangers
number two to mold the fee
singing of the congress station
we are all them, they are we

this place ain’t big enough
for wrongs and rights

this place ain’t big enough
for stars at night

this place
this face
this grace
this space

is yours by your birth, right?