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To: Terry Maloney who wrote (297138)	11/8/2004 2:43:20 PM
From: Box-By-The-Riviera™	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

wonder if the falluja thang could end up as a kind of waltzing matilda story.... nintendo swagmen naively sent off to slaughter..... got turks and madmen? A "Matilda" was the name given to the pack of an Australian Bushman or Swagman. To "Waltz Matilda" was to carry your pack around the bush. 50.000 soldiers of Australia died at Gallipoli in a stupid and pointless campaign, which was a lot for a small country like Australia. About the only thing the achieved was a belated recognition that Australia was "growing up", she was becoming a nation in her own right.... Every April, a march is held on ANZAC DAY to commemorate the Gallipoli landings during the first World War, and the dead of the other wars. Australia takes it so seriously that the pubs are closed, the only day in the year this happens. Like all memorial parades it is both moving and yet somewhat pointless and pathetic. This song was written after observing one such parade. Liner notes for "Eric Bogle -- LIVE", Autogram ALLP-211, 1977.

To: Terry Maloney who wrote (297138)	11/8/2004 3:08:50 PM
From: Michael Watkins	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

These days I think of "Quit your low down ways" more though. Hummin' a few bars here. Wait a minute... man this has a lot to do with the current situation. Words: bobdylan.com Oh, you can read out your Bible, You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama, And pray to the Lord But it ain't gonna do no good. You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday Well, if you can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your low down ways. Well, you can run down to the White House, You can gaze at the Capitol Dome, pretty mama, You can pound on the President's gate But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late. You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday Well, if you can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your low down ways. Well, you can run down to the desert, Throw yourself on the burning sand. You can raise up your right hand, pretty mama, But you better understand you done lost your one good man. You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday Well, if you can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your low down ways. And you can hitchhike on the highway, You can stand all alone by the side of the road. You can try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama, But you can't ride in my car no more. You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday Well, if you can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your low down ways. Oh, you can read out your Bible, You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama, And pray to the Lord But it ain't gonna do no good. You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday Well, if you can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your low down ways.