This song was inspired by the gulf between city dwellers and our hardworking farmers struck down by successive years of drought. Half of all proceeds go to drought relief.
Lyrics
RARE AS RAIN
THEY’RE KICKING UP DUST,
FROM THE NORTH TO THE SOUTH
IT STICKS TO YOUR SKIN,
YOU CAN TASTE IT IN YOUR MOUTH
LIFELESS DIRT WON’T YIELD A THING
TO LATE TO SOW,
YOU’RE STARING DOWN THE BARREL AGAIN
POLITICS & PROMISES, THE CITY CARES LESS
NO ONE WANTS TO ANSWER
FOR THE WHOLE DARN MESS
THE DAMS ARE EMPTY, THE RIVERS DRY
PEOPLE, ONLY NOW,
ARE BEGINNING TO QUESTION WHY
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THO WE’RE WORLDS APART I FEEL YOUR PAIN
WHEN THE LAND BECOMES YOUR ENEMY
& A SINGLE STROKE OF LUCK IS AS RARE AS RAIN
AS RARE AS RAIN, AS RARE AS RAIN
YOU’VE GIVEN UP ON MIRACLES,
IT DOESN’T HELP TO PRAY
JUST LONG, HARD HOURS,
IS THERE ANY OTHER WAY
YOU’RE IN TOO DEEP, COS YOU STAYED TOO LONG
YOU BRAND YOURSELF A FAILURE,
BUT YOU CAN’T FIGURE WHERE YOU WENT WRONG
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THO WE’RE WORLDS APART I FEEL YOUR PAIN
WHEN THE LAND BECOMES YOUR ENEMY
& A SINGLE STROKE OF LUCK IS AS RARE AS RAIN
AS RARE AS RAIN, AS RARE AS RAIN
ALTHOUGH WE’RE NEIGHBOURS
WE LIVE LIKE STRANGERS
IF NOTHING CHANGES, IT’LL STAY THE SAME
WE NEVER LEARN, AS THE BRIDGES BURN
OUR FARMERS’ STRUGGLE, A NATION’S SHAME
YOU BOUGHT YOURSELF A PIECE OF PARADISE
CHANCIN’ YOUR DREAM ON A ROLL OF THE DICE
BIG CITY BANK’S ARE CALLIN’ YOU IN
YOU’RE RUNNIN’ OUT OF FIGHT,
COS YOU GOTTA BE A LOSER TO WIN
CH
THO WE’RE WORLDS APART I FEEL YOUR PAIN
WHEN THE LAND BECOMES YOUR ENEMY
& A SINGLE STROKE OF LUCK
A SINGLE STROKE OF LUCK
A SINGLE STROKE OF LUCK
IS AS RARE AS RAIN
AS RARE AS RAIN, AS RARE AS RAIN
IT’S TOO LATE TO GO,
YOU’RE STARING DOWN THE BARREL AGAIN
credits
released August 28, 2018
Written, Recorded and performed by Bobby Valentine
at Songsinger Studio, Strath Creek
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