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Aussie Beasts
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Contemporary Folk
Aussie Beasts foi lançado em 13 de agosto de 2025 por Greenelation como parte do álbum Rise and Reckon - EP
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Data de lançamento13 de agosto de 2025
EditoraGreenelation
LanguageEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM183

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Greenelation
Greenelation
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Lew
Timothy Lew
Songwriter

Letra

This is the ballad of lost Aussie beasts
Who thundered the bush from the west to the east
From kangas that towered to lions with pouches
They vanished like rain in the desert's old couches
There once was a roo with a flat little face
Walked like a bloke with a two-legged pace
Two metres tall with a giant strong claw
You wouldn't out-hop him - he'd bounce and be gone!
Procoptodon. Procoptodon!
As big as a car and shaped like a wombat
He munched on the grass 'til the land went flat
A gentle old giant with a thunderous snore
Now just dry bones lie on the desert floor
Diprotodon. Diprotodon!
This croc didn't swim, he ran on dry land
With legs made for chasing, not basking in sand
He skulks through the scrub with a toothy grin
A predator's tale wrapped in goanna skin
Mekosuchus. Mekosuchus!
A snake with no venom but muscles to spare
Six metres long with a cold, steady stare
No hiss, no fuss - just a tightening squeeze
Better not nap near those riverbank trees!
Wonambi. Wonambi!
A lion? Not quite - a marsupial king
With claws like a raptor and bones that could sing
Leapt through the treetops, wild and fast
With jaws that could crush a femur cast!
Thylacoleo. Thylacoleo!
Longer than utes and venomous too
This giant lizard could swallow you
Stomping the scrub with flicks of his tongue
You'd best keep moving, don't stay too long!
Megalania. Megalania!
Part wombat, part tapir, part bear in one face
With claws for digging and trunk in its place
A strange little fella from bushland old
A mystery beast with stories untold
Palorchestes. Palorchestes!
This is the ballad of lost Aussie beasts
Who thundered the bush from the west to the east
From pouches and fangs to tails that swayed
They lived and were lost in the Dreamtime's shade
Now all that remains are bones and names
Buried in dust 'neath red desert plains
But listen close - if you hear the breeze
You'll catch the echoes of giants in trees
This is the ballad of lost Aussie beasts
The thunder is gone, but the memory beats
In fossils and firelight, stories survive -
And the ghosts of the bush keep them alive
Written by: Timothy Lew
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