Music – Lonely Old Drover
$2.99A lonely old drover sits at a bar after a life of hard work in the saddle as he reflects on his life and the future he faces now that he has had to retire
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A lonely old drover sits at a bar after a life of hard work in the saddle as he reflects on his life and the future he faces now that he has had to retire

Sitting on an overnight bus in the dark hills of Sumatra traveling from Panang to Lake Toba I was thinking about my lonely existence at the time and wrote this song. It helped that I had been drinking locally distilled Sumatran rum with a bunch of Batak tribesmen at the back of the bus, singing old Sinatra songs. It set the mood for my thoughts after they all passed out and this song is the result.

Islam is totally incompatible with our western values. This song explains why.

Mike has always loved the bautiful song by Jose Feliciano. To record this song, Mike used a pre-recorded guitar (with permission of the performer) and added his own touches with the teeth, lips and vocals, violin and keyboard.

The Bar Room Fight is a country song about a rough and tough bar room scrapper.

2019 Was a brutal year for farmers. The land dried up, stock were dropping dead for lack of food and water. Farmers cried as they watched their farms destroyed in front of their eyes. This song is a homage to those brave farmers who keep our tables laden with food.

Australia is an amazing country, with a rich history and the potential to be one of the richest countries in the world. No wonder we Aussies love our country.

Love is a surprising thing… it often happens when we least expect it.

I met Vanessa one day in 2008 while walking through a department store. I had just broken off with my girlfriend a week before, and I was enjoying a life of freedom. But, as I walked past Vanessa selling perfumes I was struck by her smile. I walked back to talk to her, and three months later we got married. We are still married today. You just never know what Life has in store for you, do you?

We, the People of this land Australia, are free… and we will fight to stay free.

A protest song warning the liars, thieves, criminals and traitors that We the People have had enough of their tyranny and we are going to right the many wrongs they have committed against us.

In 1972 EG Whitlam became Prime Minister and promptly started changing the laws to create an Australian Republic. He nullified the Commonwealth of Australia Constitution Act 1900 by changing the Royal Oath from Queen of the Commonwealth to Queen of Australia instead. All this, and more, was done in secrecy.
Only we the people have the power to amend our constitution by voting in a Referendum, as required by the Constitution. Whitlam committed High Treason, and every Prime Minister since then. They have slowly tightened their grip on every facet of our lives; they have imposed a tyranny worse than the convict days of our country. Fraud vitiates everything. Whitlam did not have the consent of the People. Any contract enacted in fraud is null and void. Everything that has followed is fraudulent too. We do not have a contract with the current government; no law.
This song is about the stealthy theft of our country, our rights, and our future as a result of Whitlam’s Silent Coup. For more information about this, CLICK HERE
Whitlam’s Hand
Once there was a land so free, bound by strength and unity,
A Fabian dream, a crafted scheme, behind the veil of what it seemed,
But shadows loomed where truth should shine, in nineteen seventy-three.
A queen was forged, but not of blood, her crown a paper flood.
Oh, Whitlam’s hand, what did it do?
A corporate mask for me and you,
Our nation sold, our truth betrayed,
A sovereign dream left to decay.
This land belongs to the brave,
It belongs to the free,
And we the people will claim our sovereignty.
He sold us out, far from home,
a corporate ghost, a hollow throne,
The law of men, not of the land,
drew lines upon the sovereign sand.
Republic dreams, they turned to ash,
as Whitlam’s plans began to clash,
With people’s hearts, the will to stand,
united, hand in hand.
Oh, Whitlam’s hand, what did it do?
A corporate mask for me and you,
Our nation sold, our truth betrayed,
A sovereign dream left to decay.
No queen of ours, no false decree,
No chains of lies will shackle me.
This land belongs to the brave, the free,
And we’ll reclaim our sovereignty.
Let the parties hear our roar,
We the people keep the score.
No foreign crown, no paper throne,
Australia’s soul is our own.
No queen of ours, no false decree,
No chains of lies will shackle me.
This land belongs to the brave, the free,
And we’ll reclaim our sovereignty.
Whitlam’s legacy won’t define,
This land of ours, this land divine.
The truth will rise, the people sing,
Australia’s voice, forever king.

Love is not always what we hope for. Even though we find love, will you stay true?

When I saw the first Wrong Way Go Back sign on an Australian highway I was so amused that I decided to write a song about it.


A parody song about the worst PM ever in the history of England.