Testo Nambucca Boy - Urthboy
Testo della canzone Nambucca Boy (Urthboy), tratta dall'album Nambucca Boy
And all of those thousand thoughts
That could be in the back of your mind
Looking out the dressing room door
Am I good enough to don these whites?
It's the SCH, but the nerves are bilingual
Often settled by a single
Just hit the damn ball, yeah, the game is that simple
Jittery fear of a cheap dismissal
On the walls hung the accolades
The names that had been engraved
The Bradmans, the Bennovs, the giants of the game
That rose up like a fig tree out of Saturday's
The kid was seeing them like basketballs
The summer that he had been recalled
Feet moving and a better balance on a shorter board
Scoring freely, barely getting caught at all
He was brought up Nambucca River way
Town of Macksville, young kid begins to play
The way he wields the willow outside arc
No matter what was thrown at him, well, it'd bounce right off
Runs came in fifties and tons ever since he was young
Save your legs, Phil, it's four more runs
Baggy cap was not a match for the Australian sun
Nekson knows it's got gone, put the emblem on the front
And a write-up in the local paper
But this time not up in the back of the sports pages
A local lad had cracked the shield side
Couple years after the Ashes of '05
Raised his bat that much that he got his baggy green
Flying across the Indian Ocean with the Australian team
Number one ranked opposition
Dale Steyn at the peak of his powers
Debuting against him in a nerve-wracking hour
And he failed at first, caught by the keeper, but
It was the second innings of the match that he featured
Second test of the series, a century in both innings
The youngest to do it at twenty, no longer a secret
And it had all gone to plan, but his destiny was
Never that simple, 'cause simple is where
A temporary member in and out of the Tests
But soon enough a permanent threat, but there
There in the middle that November night
Let the groundsman turn on the lights
The radio report saying that the batsman died
So let the groundsman turn on the lights
And all of these thousand thoughts
That would be in the back of their minds
They're walking out the dressing room door
And solemnly are side by side
So let the groundsman turn on the lights
The grown men crying at traffic lights
And everywhere there were bats outside
So let the groundsman turn on the lights
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Writer(s): R. Jordan, C. Thomas, L Dubber
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