Great Southern Land - Icehouse

La pelicula del Joven Eistein, para mucho ha de parecer ridicula, loca, inculta, solo relajo, y la verdad creo que sí, pero sin embargo en mi vida significo mucho, me hizo soñar, me hizo creer, me hizo volar, y pensar que el futuro depende solo de tí, pero solo de tí, de nadie más, antes la ciencia me atraía mucho, ahora ya no tanto, sin que signifique que la deteste, al contrario me gusta mucho la investigación, y sobretodo el preguntarse: ¿Por qué no?. Sin embargo, pensando en porque esta canción tiene un impacto en mi vida, encuentro esa extraña soledad que aveces se vuelve necesaria para encontrar lo que aveces no tenemos o no sabemos que tenemos o bien, no sabes como somos o lo que somos, o bien lo que somos capaces de hacer: es decir Conocernos a Nosotros mismos, creo que no es necesario ir hasta Australia para realizar esta busqueda, pero sí es necesario de vez en cuando hacerla.

Great Southern Land
Icehouse

Standing at the limit of an endless oceans
tranded like a runaway, lost at sea
city on a rainy day down in the harbour
watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
looking everywhere 'cause i had to find you
this is not the way that i remember it here
anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
hidden in the summer for a million years

Great southern land, burned you black

So you look into the land and it will tell you a story
story 'bout a journey ended long ago
if you listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
maybe you can hear them talking like i do
"they're gonna be tray, they're gonna forget you
are you gonna let them take you over this way . ."

Great southern land, great southern land
you walk alone like a primitive man
and they make it work with sticks and bones
see their hungry eyes, its a hungry home
i hear the sound of the stranger's voices
i see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
great southern land, great southern land
they burned you black, black against the ground
Great southern land, in the sleeping sun
you walk alone with the ghost of time
they burned you black, black against the ground
and they make it work with rocks and sand
i hear the sound of the stanger's voices
i see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
great southern land, great southern land
you walk alone, like a primitive man
you walk alone with the ghost of time
and they burned you black
yeah, they burned you blackgreat southern land