Hammering In The Dust

Idly wandering through some old backup CDs and I found this. The original is Whistling In The Dark by They Might Be Giants, which is insanely catchy but may not ever have been released as a single, so you should just click the video so you can be earwormed by it too. This is a bit of an ode to a long-past time, when Rowany Festival was all about the dust rather than the mud…

Between 2003 and 2007 some time

A steward came up to me and said
You’ll need to move your car
It’s Friday after eight AM
And that’s the way things are
He frowned at me, I got to work and
Started to pitch my tent
But somehow it’s seeming to take so long
Cos all of my pegs are bent.

There’s only one place I can stay now that I’m here
And I’ve often been told that it’s fun to do
One thing while you’re here
And that’s to camp
Camp on the site
The site in Yass
And so I’m having a difficult time
Cos I seem to be hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
There isn’t a whole lot of rain
And so I’m hammering in the dust

Aah-aah-aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah

A knight came up to me and said
I’d like to have a fight
So gather your armour and come with me
While there is still some light
He looked at me, I grabbed my sword
And trotted onto the field
And these are the words that I faintly cried
As he battered upon my shield

There’s only one place I can play now that I’m here
And I’ve often been told that it’s fun to do
One thing while you’re here
And that’s to fight
Fight on the site
The site in Yass
And so I’m having a difficult time
Cos I seem to be hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
Hammering in the dust
I’m feeling a whole lot of pain
Because I’m hammering in the dust

(Repeat first chorus)