The Pretty Littles - Australian Dream

Clip for our song Australian Dream, Shot by the one and only Ricky Clifford aka RCStills. From 'Force' out Feb 28. Here's a version of the Australian dream Some outer suburb in the 1950s Exchanging pleasantries like a sport Keep it polite, keep it short firm handshakes Have a nice day, “Ah gee, would you look at that? Might be rain” They had a few kids Frank had a good job, they looked the part Not a doctor or a lawyer, but not far off. Church on Sunday The kids were bright enough Nothing for the neighbours to talk about But then Dot changed after the last child came along Her behaviour became erratic In her brain was some static She gave the neighbours something to talk about Eyebrows started raising over cuppas, scones and raisins Just a few bad days, they’d say. She’ll be right as rain. Spooked like a horse in a passing storm Look away, be the loveable larrikin Look away like we did from the beginning Sleepwalking through your Australian dream The old holden started to shake until the wheels fell off Something wasn’t right, the numbers weren’t stacking up There’s post traumatic stresses and financial pressures And all those kids howling for attention All the things that people couldn't mention “Weak, soft as butter, stop seeking attention” Two world wars fought and won, the dark days over All those boys died so we could live in peace and Prosperity Everything’s a blessing for you and me And all those aches and pains They’re just tricks of the mind, they're Illusions, a waste of time. I’m sleeping walking through your Australian So they put Dot in a home, Sent her off to the funny farm Her problems couldn’t be fixed With a walk around the block, They found her in the middle of the street Crying out “Aren’t we lucky? Ain't life sweet?” Frank couldn’t deal with the mess The kids were sent away with the shame of it. One of them was orphaned The youngest with Mrs Gordon around the corner The eldest, he was 6 Stayed at home looking around Wondering where everyone had fuckin gone. Spooked like a horse in a passing storm Look away, be the loveable larrikin Look away like we did from the beginning I’m sleepwalking through your Australian dream The mirage at the bottom of all your talking. After a few years things became stable It was put as a suburban bad dream In some outer suburb in the 50s A speed hump, an anomaly A strange turn in the quest for normality In the end they achieved their goal Everyone including the neighbours stopped talking about the entire episode But what of the hangover? The dodgy foundations supporting the next generation, All those things not mentioned, mis-remembered Too embarrassed to admit Too committed to a concept to express doubt in it. And anyway we got all those photos hanging on the wall But done the eyes say it all Dont the eyes say more than the smiles ever could? Spooked like a horse in a passing storm Look away, be the loveable larrikin Look away like we did from the beginning Sleep walking through your australian dream The mirage at the bottom of all your talking. How do you fix something so broken? And what of the giant when he’s woken?