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The Quiet Ground

wewillnotfall

· 1:35 · 3 plays · v2.2

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A Note from The Great Australian Regrowth "They tell us that growth only means one thing: more clearing, more digging, more taking. But we know the truth. Real growth happens when we plant a seed. Real growth happens when a community stands together. We are The Great Australian Regrowth. We are here to prove that the strongest thing you can build isn't a mine or a ledger—it’s a future. This song, 'The Quiet Ground,' is for anyone who loves this land enough to fight for it. It’s for the voices they try to drown out. It’s for you. Let’s grow something better, together

Lyrics

​(Verse 1)

I saw the ledger on the table, I saw the fences on the plain

They trade the future for a number, they trade the sunlight for the gain.

The machines are getting louder, drowning out the whipbird’s call

They say they’re building up a kingdom, but I only see the fall.

Yeah, I only see the fall.

​(Chorus)

But they can’t buy the wind, no, they can’t buy the rain

And they cannot buy the courage running through a people’s vein.

Let the heavy giants stumble, let the old ways burn and rust

’Cause we are standing in the garden, and we are rising from the dust.

​(Verse 2)

There’s a silence in the forest where the gliders used to fly

A smoke upon the horizon, painting grey across the sky.

They treat the earth just like a pantry, take the tin and leave the shelf

But a man who eats his own tomorrow is only starving out himself.

Yeah, he’s starving out himself.

​(Bridge)

(Building slowly, like a heartbeat)

It starts with just a whisper, across the fence, across the street

It starts when we stop looking down, and find the steady in our feet.

They have the screens and they have the stations, they have the money and the loud

But we have got the truth of living, and the strength within the crowd.

​(Chorus)

No, they can’t buy the wind, and they can’t buy the rain

And they cannot buy the courage running through a people’s vein.

Let the heavy giants stumble, let the old ways burn and rust

’Cause we are standing in the garden, and we are rising from the dust.

​(Outro)

One voice to hold the line.

Two voices to keep the time.

We are the roots beneath the wall.

We are the ones who will not fall.

We will not fall.

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