Ted-John Schumann and The Vagabond Crew

[ti:Ted] [ar:John Schumann and The Vagabond Crew] [al:Behind The Lines (Expanded Edition)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.67]Ted (特德) - John Schumann and The Vagabond Crew [00:02.00]Written by： Michael Atkinson [00:04.00] [00:11.22]On a back block down Salisbury Plains [00:13.68]Ted was born in 1895 [00:15.50] [00:16.68]Thrust from the loins on to rusty soil [00:19.12]And the cord was cut with a scythe [00:21.57]He said people there are city folk today [00:24.53]And they couldn't tell sh*t from clay [00:26.32] [00:27.30]A ripening crop of stobie poles [00:29.73]There's no regrets when the memory roams [00:32.48]That earth is in me bones [00:34.34] [00:45.78]And did his bit in the first World War [00:48.38]Took the shilling to fight the Hun [00:50.44] [00:51.09]Mud up to his crotch in Flanders fields [00:53.69]And the gas eating out his lungs [00:55.65] [00:56.29]He said me best mate died hanging on the barbed wire [00:59.16]And when the attack was through [01:00.89] [01:01.96]We took some prisoners to HQ [01:04.03] [01:04.54]And shared a fag and a yarn or two [01:06.79]They were the same as me and you [01:08.76] [01:09.76]And I asked old Ted what history meant [01:12.28]As he sharpened his hedging shears [01:14.42] [01:15.02]What a bloody fool question that is [01:16.94] [01:17.63]I lived it for 83 years [01:19.58] [01:29.62]And I see him every year on Anzac Day [01:32.31]Swilling beers down at the Rex Hotel [01:34.24] [01:35.04]He'd laugh with his mates and go deep in thought [01:37.69]Where he went even he couldn't tell [01:40.09]He said King and country cock'n'bull [01:42.46] [01:43.08]We fought for our survive [01:45.09] [01:45.91]The anger might have faded still this feeling grabs me deep inside [01:51.17]I guess you could call it pride [01:52.93] [02:04.41]As a navvy on the line in the Nullabor [02:06.98]The Depression left its scars [02:08.93] [02:09.71]Heaving cold steel rails in the burning sun [02:12.07] [02:12.58]And freezing beneath the stars [02:14.33] [02:14.93]He said If you escaped the susso queues [02:17.68]You had a hell of price to pay [02:19.60] [02:20.52]And when time flowed like an open wound [02:23.29]I'd blow me dough on a Saturday [02:25.74]And drink the pain away [02:27.58] [02:28.62]And I asked old Ted what history meant [02:31.04]As he sharpened his hedging shears [02:33.19] [02:33.79]What a bloody fool question that is [02:35.71] [02:36.31]I lived it for 83 years [02:38.51] [02:48.43]On Sunday arvo he'd sit and talk [02:50.85]Over a dozen cold West End [02:53.09] [02:53.70]Of what was gained and what was lost [02:56.37]And would never come again [02:58.32] [02:59.06]He said money you know it comes and goes [03:01.74]On booze and rent and fags [03:03.54] [03:04.60]You can make a fortune on overtime [03:06.66] [03:07.18]And lose it all on the nags [03:09.10] [03:09.93]But years of toil with a bunch of mates [03:12.37]You know it leaves you satisfied [03:14.16] [03:15.17]Though we never moved a mountain [03:17.02] [03:17.72]We sure gave it a try [03:19.46] [03:20.42]Pick the wheat from the chaff [03:21.75]And the steel from the scurf [03:23.07]And the honest man from the liar [03:25.13] [03:25.76]If wisdom came by other names [03:28.88] [03:29.96]Ted was earth and fire [03:31.88] [03:43.47]On the day that old Ted died [03:45.90]No one would have known [03:47.63] [03:48.50]Buried in a pauper's grave [03:51.15]He lived and died alone [03:52.95] [03:53.86]And the 727s roared overhead [03:56.53]Withe the drone of the angry roads [03:58.31] [03:58.92]There seemed a pause for just a while [04:01.85]And the silence was heard around for miles [04:04.95] [04:06.81]And the silence was heard for miles