Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Tooraliaditty


Introduction

This is the story of a song.

A song I heard as a child in the late 1960s and early 1970s. But it is a song that made me wonder where Botany Bay was. 

As I was growing up before the Independence of Papua New Guinea, two places in the present day Australia called to my imagination. Melbourne, a place I could see on the map and Botany Bay a magical place in my imagination.

My elder sisters brought the song home and they would sing it at home. I had three elder sisters and I liked being with them as a child when they would start comparing the different songs that they were learning in school.

I used to be transported by that song and I couldn't wait to go to school myself and learn the song first hand. In many ways, I too wanted to be bound for Botany Bay. 

"Botany Bay" was a song that neither "Waltzing Matilda" nor "This Old Man" could rival in my childhood taste for beautiful songs.

By the time I entered prep in 1970, I kept listening out in the various classes to see which teacher was teaching "Botany Bay". But it seems that I had come in to school too late. For suddenly, it seemed that one part of history would be denied to me. After my own school day, which at the time for preps ended at 12 mid day, I would wait around outside various classrooms, listening for the song. But I never heard it in school ever.

The elder children's class rooms especially around the grade four classrooms, in 1970 were singing "This old man" before they would break for lunch. But I kept listening out for Botany Bay.

We must have had some Irish Australian teachers in Rabaul in those days. Because there was another Irish lullaby that I had heard: "Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra" 

I never really cared much for the meaning of the words of "Botany Bay" nor did I stop to ponder what must have been the heart breaking conditions that inspired a poet or musician to compose the song.

Today, it can be amazing to wonder: Was this really a song written for entertainment? How could that be, when one human's suffering could be another's pleasure? Yet, when we look at theatrical entertainment over the years, it is such that "Les Miserables" do make for the best figurants or stooges of stage and screen.

But as a child, I was in awe of the song's somehow, liberating refrain. There was something in it that even a child could sense. Something melancholic but something also healing. Something that made even a child go looking. Reaching out. Breathing the air for the meaning of song.

Singing too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity,
Singing too-ral, li-ooral, li-ay,
Singing too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity,
And we're bound for Botany Bay.

I should also explain that "To Ura Lai" in my own language means, two mates or two friends. A familiar term we use to address a brother in law. As inlaws in my culture are addressed in the plural. "Tolai" (my friend) the name my people are known by in PNG, is in fact the singular form of "To Ura Lai" the polite form. It is quite normal for a man in joy or even distress to call out to his "Ura Lai" in various intonations.

Children of my generation, when we were in pain, or if we were punished, or hurt, we would cry out:

"Ooh yau kalalai, yau kalalai titi".

These words have no translatable meaning in the Kuanua language. It is just a long exclamation of a child's fear and anticipation.

Children would chant those lines when they were beaten as was the common practice of the time. As we were called to a beating punishment, we would start chanting that song and sing it as long as we could manage to pronouce it. Then when the pain of the beating became too much, then we would lose the power of speech. We would stop that chanting and switch to "Oui Iau Kamuka, Iau Kamuka", which we would utter at every stroke. Curiously, although this translates to the "Mea Culpa" in latin, we did not shout them to admit guilt. We wanted to speak and prolong the time between strokes. Survival instincts. Children just learnt it from one another and practiced it.

It was almost by a curious onomatopoeic echo, that the song had come to me. Of course I knew it had other meanings but first impressions are first impressions. And in my traditional musical culture there is a whole genre of songs that are called "Li-li". Li-li is synonymous with "song" for which other words in the language are: "kakailai", and "liu" etc.

But as I grew older, I started to realise the meaning of the song. I begain to realise the plight of people who had been sent away from home. And one part of me wanted to know why this was necessary. That's when the song again echoed with traditional myths and legends that I had heard as a child.

So there were some convicts? Some criminals? What kind of criminals? 

  • Poachers - people who were just hunting animals like I am allowed to do in PNG
  • People who destroyed crops - they must have been hungry and they probably took some food from farms
  • Political Protestors - people protesting against low wages

These were criminals?

As I grew older I began to hear "Botany Bay" differently. How could a criminal be so homesick? Why this pain from someone "evil" and condemned?

International Events Leading to Transportation

Although the transportation of convicts to Australia was caused by the American Revolution and War of Independence, which denied Great Britain a previous location of transporting its prisoners, it seems that the main reason for the mass transportation of prisoners to Australia was the looming threat of invasion of Great Britain by the French especially Napoleon, during the time of wars in Europe around 1790.

Perhaps for a protestant monarchy in Great Britain, the threat of a French (Catholic) invasion was too great to face. Any civil unrest at home had to be eliminated efficiently and the best solution that the monarchy could do was to remove any elements of society that might weaken its resolve from within. 

It is not surprising that many of the transported criminals from the gaols and the hulks were of Irish descent. It is said that 9 out of every 10 prisoners in the Irish gaols were catholic. 

As the monarchies in the surrounding countries in Europe prepared for war, a war eventually known as the Napoleonic Wars, and primarily intended to restore the monarchy in France, following the French Revolution, the transportation of rebels, protestors and criminals to Botany Bay became underway before the total outbreak of that particular series of wars.

Botany Bay

Somewhere during that period of constant war in Europe, people found themselves being condemned and transported from their homes and loved ones. It was that traumatic period and condition that gave birth to this song.

Here is "Botany Bay" heard again, this time through the very beautiful voice of Mirusia Louwerse.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Cold Chisel - Farewell to Steve Prestwich

Tribute to Steve Prestwich. RIP

With the passing of Steve Prestwich in January 2011, I wanted to pay a brief revisit to his band, my most favourite Australian Band, Cold Chisel and to the songs they played which stirred the hearts of workers and ordinary citizens of Australia, New Zealand and even Papua New Guinea. Among other songs, Steve Prestwich wrote the song "When the war is over" which is presented in this tribute.

Part of the tribute seeks to evoke the spirit that gave rise to the song writing of Steve Prestwich and also to Don Walker. We will do that by providing links to the subject and issues that they wrote and sang about.



Band members

Wondering about Cold Chisel's talent and the reason this Australian band broke as they did onto the international scene at the time they did, one has to consider their feat in respect to the moment. Cold Chisel appeared during an era which was actually the beginning of the end of hard working, live, stage performing rock bands. Pre-programmed music was already on the rise and disco music was about to pay its short visit onto the international music scene. It is interesting therefore to see Cold Chisel, whom I consider, the last of the great classical rock bands of the era, make its appearance and stamp its mark on the history of Rock and Roll.

It had great material in its composition of versatile band members, two of whom were great hit writing song writers, an incredibly talented lead guitarist, two great and complementary vocalists and a solid bass guitarist who could support any action. Certainly a keyboard virtuoso like Don Walker, who is also a songwriter, gave himself through his own talent, what every writer needs, a very quick play back about musical ideas and concepts. Then, Cold Chisel also had Steve Prestwich, a drummer who could hear music, conceptualised through various musical backgrounds, beats and temporal situations.

Many people talk of the great all around talent of Ian Moss. But at that exact point in the Rock and Roll and Heavy Metal Scene, it was that phenomenal voice of Jimmy Barnes that could cut across all the multiple frequencies of a live Rock and Roll performance and deliver crystal sobriety and passion. And there is no one alive today who will ever be able to touch the vocal notes that Jimmy Barnes owned with his vocal performances.  


Steve Prestwich is said to have written "When the war is over" in 1981. There is a good description of the song's structure over at Wikipedia which describes how it broke away from traditional song writing culture.

Here is a song, that truly captures a soldier's need to maintain his soul and dignity, in spite of all the destruction that he is made to commit on the face of the earth. This is the most beautiful anthem to a soldiers cry for his own freedom.

A soldiers dream perhaps best summed up in a single line of the whole song: "I got plans for more than a wanted man".

Ian Moss, certainly displayed his own genius when he led this song's performance to the crescendo building moments when the band's usual lead singer Jimmy Barnes starts to break in, and then joins Moss in a wonderful duet ending. One of the greatest songs of all time.

When The War Is Over lyrics: (Presented here in the original structure)


Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away

When the war is over
Got to get away
Pack my bag to no place
In no time no day
You and I we used each other's shoulder
Still so young but somehow so much older
How can I go home and not get
Blown away

You and I had our sights set
On something
Hope this doesn't mean our days are numbered
I got plans for more than a wanted man
All around this chaos and madness
Can't help feeling nothing more than sadness
Only choice to face it the best I can

When the war is over
Got to start again
Try to hold a trace of what it was
Back then
You and I we sent each other stories
Just a page I'm lost in all its glory
How can I go home and not get blown away

Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away

Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
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Four Walls


There's a long history of corruption and injustice around the Bathurst Prison and many events that mar its history. We won't go into the history incuding the social protests and police brutality that went on in Australia during the 70s and 80s. But through the lyrics of this song, we can explore some elements that would have fired the writing soul of this, what many consider to be the most successful Australian Rock Band ever. 

Cold Chisel's "Four Walls" may have played a big part in the public demand for the improvement of jail conditions and facilities in Australia.

Four Walls Lyrics: (Song Written by Don Walker)

They're calling time for exercise
The maid'll hose the room out
When I'm gone
I never knew such luxury
Before my verdict fell


And in every congregation
There was silence
You can hear the Angels singin'
When Christmas comes around
Four walls, washbasin, prison bed

I love to march while some Nazi calls the time
Who'd wanna go home

I can't see
I can't hear
They've burnt out all the feeling
I've never been so crazy
And it's just my second year
Four walls, washbasin, prison bed

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Khe Sanh

Many countries including Papua New Guinea, do not take notice of the post traumatic stress disorder suffered by soldiers returning from war. "Khe Sanh through the portrait of a lost and suffering soldier helped to bring this condition to public attention.
Khe Sanh Lyrics: (Song Written by Don Walker)

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand

About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-dayheroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land

And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine

So I worked across the country end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend

And I've travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
But the answer sure ain't there
But I'm drifting north, to check things out again

You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long

Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone

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I was not sure which song to close this blog post with. So many great songs that remind me of growing up as a teen-age fan of Cold Chisel in PNG.

My BabyChoir GirlRising Sun, Saturday Night, Ita, Working Class ManCheap wineThe last wave of summer, Forever Now..?

I'll settle today for "Flame Trees". Happy Listening..!


Flame Trees Lyrics
Song Written by Steve Prestwich and Don Walker

Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by
I'm just savouring familiar sights
We shared some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long forgotton feeling of her
Time to book a room and stay tonight.


Number one is to find some friends to say "You're doing wel..."
After all this time you boys look just the same."
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels,
And settle in to play "Do you remember so and so?".
Number three is never say her name.


Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace,
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.


But Oh! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway?
You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit here, at a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies.


And there's a girl, she's falling in love, near where the pianola stands..
With a young local factory auto-worker, just holding hands
And I'm wondering if he'll go or if he'll stay.


Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field in our day


Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
and there's nothing else could set fire to this town.
There's no change, there's no pace,
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.


Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
and there's nothing else could set fire to this town.
There's no change, there's no pace,
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.