Butch. Brown.

I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

Ask

me

my cousin maya the bride of satan

Coming up to the 40th anniversary of the Aboriginal Tent Embassy, this song is still so relevant.

Treaty - Yothu Yindi (1991)

Well I heard it on the radio

And I saw it on the television

Back in 1988, all those talking politicians

Words are easy, words are cheap

Much cheaper than our priceless land

But promises can disappear

Just like writing in the sand

Treaty yeah treaty now treaty yeah treaty now

Nhima djatpangarri nhima walangwalang

Nhe djatpayatpa nhima gaya’ nhe marrtjini yakarray

Nhe djatpa nhe walang

Gumurr-djararrk Gutjuk

This land was never given up

This land was never bought and sold

The planting of the Union Jack

Never changed our law at all

Now two rivers run their course

Separated for so long

I’m dreaming of a brighter day

When the waters will be one

Treaty yeah treaty now treaty yeah treaty now

Nhima gayakaya nhe gaya’ nhe

Nhe gaya’ nhe marrtjini walangwalang nhe ya

Nhima djatpa nhe walang

Gumurr-djararrk yawirriny’

Nhe gaya’ nhe marrtjini gaya’ nhe marrtjini

Gayakaya nhe gaya’ nhe marrtjini walangwalang

Nhima djatpa nhe walang

Gumurr-djararrk nhe yå

Promises disappear - priceless land - destiny

Well I heard it on the radio

And I saw it on the television

But promises can be broken

Just like writing in the sand

Treaty yeah treaty now

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