Written by awneitsch on September 13, 2026

Meadow Lake, Saskatchewan – Part 3 Of The Lake Trilogy – With More Bonus Lakes Too – File Under Another Acerbic And Absurd TMI Post

Motorcycle Vapors . Social Studies . Songs For The Apocalypse

August 31 – September 2, 2026 Kilometers Travelled – A Paltry And Piddling 1590.9

Meadow Lake is a town and a lake. The town is beside the lake. Typically lakes are the focus of the town. Typically exclusive communities and recreational facilities are built up around the lake. This lake is primarily used as a retention basin for stormwater control, specifically collecting rainwater to help manage floodplain levels in the East Branch of the DuPage River. There may be some run-off from nearby industries like Norask Forest Products, LP, MLTC Bio Energy Centre, and Mistik Management, and farming operations so swimming in it or drinking it is not advisable.

I had hope for Saskatchewan. I thought that grass roots farmers and honest hard working class folk and the leadership of Scott Moe would help resist the globalist oligarchy of Davos, globalist, Liberal governance. Alas he was peddling as much gaslight as Alberta’s Danielle Smith. Recent events in Regina, Saskatchewan’s capital city, have removed all doubt as to which aspects of THE agenda they are willing to allow.

A certain place of worship had received approval from the Regina Police Service to resume its weekly amplified call to prayer, beginning in early August 2026. The Canada Listening Tour rules of engagement now require that we hear alien calls to prayer that drown out fading Christian church bells and the crackling sounds of burning churches. The certain place of worship had previously paused the broadcasts in June following significant online backlash, public protests, and threats against the community, which prompted an enhanced police presence. Regina City Council had not taken direct action to ban the amplified call to prayer because the Regina Police Service and city bylaws manage permits. Apparently police and bureaucracy override and Democratic process in Regina. Meanwhile some of the backlash includes petitions for greater inclusivity that would allow the 24/7 broadcasts of calls to prayer from all 10,000 ideologies of this world, including Taoism, Buddhism, Bhai, Church of Scientology, Zoroastrianism, Mormon, House of Babel, Church of Satan The Beneficent, The Malthusian Misogynist Brotherhood, Pastafarianism, Raëlism, Aum Shinrikyo, and Jediism. There is also proposed legislation that requires Land Acknowledgments to become compelled speech at gunpoint before any public services or council business can be administered. These Land Affirmations will also be loud speakered every minute 24/7. There are also demands for state sponsored industrial hearing protection by the agnostic hearing population to opt out of the cacophonous mayhem. The Atheists and Libertarians just want to go about their lives in peace, free from government approved and mandated proselytizing. Expect protests that will accomplish who knows what. The homeless junkies and displaced First Colonists of Regina (named after royalty) are only interested in safe humane supply, microwavable meals and hot dogs and slushies and Cheetos and more promises of land and money.

Meadow Lake is a city of 5500 people on the edge of the boreal forest of northwestern Saskatchewan, Canada. Its located about 246 kilometers northeast of Lloydminster and 156 kilometers north of North Battleford. Founded as a trading post in 1799, it became a village in 1931 and a town in 1936.

Like most northern rural bush lake towns, Meadow Lake experiences higher crime rates than national averages, with total crime 471% higher than the national average and violent crime at 447% higher. RCMP reported an overall rise in crime statistics driven by a 50% jump in robberies and a 28% increase in harassment and uttering threats. Crimes include drug and weapons seizures, gang violence, and homicide. A two tier policing and justice system exists throughout Canada so there are more crimes that go uninvestigated or prosecuted.

Also like most outlying communities, Meadow Lake features a severe lack of police presence, noting that some communities wait more than an hour for RCMP response, which is linked to rising First Colonist gang activity, addiction, and overdoses. Residents and online forums frequently cite high crime rates, drug prevalence, and violence as significant concerns, although some note that such incidents are often targeted within specific demographic groups, especially stewards of the land that possess ‘the knowing’, rather than the general demographic that work and pay 40% taxes.

So why go to Meadow Lake?

For the same reason dogs lick their private parts.

Because they can.

On a cool but sunny morning, after an optimistic false start, I head north on the dreaded Number 2 Boomer Royalist Devotional Highway to save some time. Traffic is light and I settle in. I ride under a classical cotton on blue sky. I think of the classic opening sequence for The Simpsons. I feel myself grinning to spite some other thoughts. The false start happened after I stopped at my bank to withdraw some cash for the trip. It’s there I notice that I had left my upside down Canada flag at home. I have displayed it from the back of my brilliant machine in defiance of national authoritarian events for the last six years. Very few people know what it means so what’s the point? The point is consistency and continuity. I fly it. Alberta flags now incite violence among the Senti(mental) Elbows Up Nationalists. They will die soon and they don’t care if they take everyone else with them…even their children and grandchildren.

Did a song drift in?

Yes it did. At 5000 RPM and 110 KPH.

A real dreampop spirit lifter.

Hit play. If you have a beefy sound system, use it.

Further on, past the Barr-Ag Ltd. compound (who knows what really goes on there), another song popped in. The gentle melody came through first. I related to the words later.

Nuclear – Ryan Adams

This is where the summer ends
In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins
Goin’ nuclear, nuclear
The violets in my eyelids goin’ red
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep
Oh

The calm, the beach and the remains
Of the bathing suits and Porsches all in flames
Goin’ nuclear, nuclear
When I saw her and the Yankees lost to the Braves
Sentimental geek
Sentimental geek
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep

Give me an answer
Give me an answer
Give me an answer
Give me an answer
Give me an out
Give me an out

I take Exit 405 to take Hwy 11 east to stop and start and roll through Red Deer. It’s still early so the discarded and enabled, hunched over lurchers and shopping cart people are still tucked away in the bushes and alleys. I leave the city limits on this stretch of The David Thompson Highway and roll on until I cross the Red Deer River on the Joffre Bridge. I carry on all the way east until I head north on Hwy 21. I jink west a bit on Hwy 12 and continue up 21to Mirror to at least patronize the iconic Whistle Stop. I top up the tank and make a bulky but leaky sandwich for lunch at a picnic table in the shade of the cafe. After lunch I carry on up 21 to Bashaw and then 53 east that takes me past some badlands type formations just southeast of Donalda. They are miniatures of what can be found in the Drumheller and Horseshoe Canyon formations. I cross The Battle River and then head north on Hwy 855 through the small ag village of Heisler which is home to Canada’s Largest Baseball Glove. They built it but does anyone come to see it? I didn’t stop to ask anyone. I bop west at Hwy 13 to link back up to the 855 through the tidy town of Daysland which has a golf course and a pond.

Noteworthy on these last few lengths north are the full frontal wind bomb assaults of obviously fully loaded with abundance grain haulers that hit me like a few tons of bric…um…harvested grains and seed crops. The force drops my speed by up to 10 kph with every blow. In between haulers and other big trucks a heavy crosswind challenges me with helmet jolting jabs. I decide not to be alarmed and maintain a steady speed, enjoying the respite offered by occasional tree and hedge lines. Hwy 26 east takes me to 36, The Veterans Memorial Highway. I wonder if this honor is now also more than the Liberals are willing to give right now. I carry on north to Viking. Viking was settled in 1909 by Scandinavian settlers Sivert Hafso and Ole Sorenson, from Norway. They had helmets with horns possibly. Presumably their longships were fitted with wagon wheels. Viking is also known for The Sutter Dynasty of hockey players that played and coached in the NHL. They wore hockey helmets.

From Viking I take Hwy 619 north and east and then Hwy 881 north until I hit Hwy 16, The Trans Canada. This well travelled road takes me all the way to Lloydminster. I did stop in at the village of Kitscoty hoping to find some gas the road sign said was there to avoid the big border city further east. Turns out there wasn’t gas in Kitscoty, or at least no station I could find. ‘Lloyd’ is an agricultural center of the region but also has the distinction as the ‘Heavy Oil Capital of the World’. It has a Fort Mac feel to it with heavy rush hour traffic of roaring big wheel pick-ups and tractor trailer rumblings. I fill up at a grimy Esso that also serves as a bus service depot. Refugees were clustered there. Upon leaving, I am nearly taken out by a right hand drive Toyota Hilux. The driver grinned and waved.

I couldn’t get on Hwy 17 north fast enough which eventually takes me past Sandy Beach Regional Park on Sandy Beach Lake (bonus lake) and on to Hwy 3 where I head further eastward, winding through yet more grass and crop land. I cross the North Saskatchewan River on the oddly named Deer Creek Bridge. Hwy 3 thankfully deviates from a lot of the straightness of the day and winds me past the village of Paradise Hill. Farms are becoming fewer and far between and traffic is thinning as I head further north on Hwy 26 all the way to St. Walburg. A work crew has been busy turning potholes into speed bumps. It’s in this area that I spot a large red headed bird flying across the highway. At first I thought it was a Pileated Woodpecker because of the red head and black body but this bird was huge. I’m sure that it was a Red Headed Vulture, a species not normally found in the wilds of Saskatchewan but it’s flying profile seemed familiar to other vultures I’d seen elsewhere. I roll on. I was originally going to find a campsite at Makwa Lake Provincial Park but opted for Stabler Point Campground which was a little ways up the road in the park. It’s a bit confusing. MLPP is just outside of the town of Loon Lake (bonus lake) which is next to Makwa Lake (bonus lake). Stabler Point Campground is on Little Jumbo Lake (bonus lake) which is next to Upper Makwa Lake (bonus lake).

As I approach MLPP at around 6:30 pm I notice large posted signs warning that a park pass is required to enter or use any of the facilities, air, water, or campsites. I creep roll on to Stabler Point to see if I can self check but there is nothing. There is an office at a boat ramp but it’s locked up and only a shop for ice cream, mini golf, and boat or fishing business. I creep roll back to where the sign was and there are instructions to scan a QR code or to call 1-800-205-7070. Of course there was no phone or internet service to go online or call anyone. What to do. I creep roll back to the park office but of course it’s locked up and there is no manual self check-in available. The light is fading and it’s cooling off so I creep back to the campsite and pick an out of the way site to make camp. I’ll do the right thing tomorrow. I start my late supper and a small fire with scavenged wood that burns poorly because everything is moistish from the rains that pummeled the area days before. After supper I walk to the wash house to…well…wash up after the 700 k day…before bed. The wash house is relatively new and very clean. Heading back to my site I soon realize that I don’t know where I’m going and become disoriented. I didn’t note the site number I was set up in. All of the party lights around other camp sites vacant or occupied look alike. If anything, I briefly catch some sunset over the lake. Mild panic sets in. Eventually I find my way back and go about the business of buttoning up and making sure the fire is out. I crawl into the tent at around 10 o’clock and nestle in. I soon realize that my bedtime habit of doom scrolling is not possible. I am relieved and anxious at the same time. I snap on my headlight and settle in to a Garrison Keillor book I brought along. He is a living American humorist. He’s 84 now. I wonder if still finds humor in America. Things get weird after this thought.

A few pages into the book, I hear a distant male/female conversation that increases in volume. Aside from some colorful profanity, the only words I can clearly make out are RAPE and POLICE. Other voices yell things like ‘shut up!’ and ‘keep it down will ya?!’ The yelling goes on for a bit. Surely I won’t try to find out what’s going on. Of course I can’t call anyone. I keep reading. The yelling has stopped. Is somebody dead? Other night noises replace the drama. There is owl hooting and loons out on the lake. They have a greater vocabulary than I was aware of. They had a lot to say at this late hour. Were the owls and loons communicating? Whatever it is, it’s better than hearing the human condition being played out earlier. I start to nod off but I am suddenly aware of a rustling outside my tent. I’m awake now. I start hearing sniffing sounds running along the side of my tent. They aren’t big sniffs. Not bear for sure. Fox or coyote maybe? I yell and smack my book with my hand. Whatever it was rustles off. I’m on edge. I grab for the axe I sleep with and place it on my chest. I do fall asleep and dream disturbing dreams of friends in peril but wake up with a shudder. I get up and go outside. It’s quiet. There are few stars tonight. I crawl back in and box breathe back to sleep. My new camp mattress holds promise.

Morning is dewy and cool. My tent is dripping. My brilliant machine is shining wet over the dirt and insect gore. I go for a walk through the trees to the lake. A foggy mist rises from the water. Mushroom are poking up from the undergrowth. Even this unspoiled area is sprouting floss picks. Loons are patrolling and diving, tootling urgent messages. They don’t seem to rest. Squirrels are ramping up their quarrels. I walk the small sandy, well appointed beach. Sun is starting to dapple through as I boil water for instant coffee and lay out everything from the tent to prep for the repack. Breakfast is basic made more so by being reduced to only one banana, one being attacked by a squirrel when my back was turned. I didn’t know squirrels eat bananas. So it’s one banana, one orange, two protein bars, and some dates. I pack up being sure to leave no trace of occupying a campsite I didn’t pay for, strapping my outer gear to the drybag to roll to the wash house for a morning cleanse. The bike windscreen, headlights and my helmet get some cleansing too. We want to start fresh.

I suit and buckle up, remembering to screw in my earplugs. I roll out of the park expecting to be stopped by the park police and arrested for non-payment so I stop at the park office. It’s still locked up. I creep on. Mill Road and Hwy 669 take me back to the village of Loon Lake which offers postal, food, gas, and banking services. It has two beverage rooms that are known as taverns elsewhere. There is a steady stream of Frito Lay and Pepsi and other confection type supply trucks coming and going. Makwa Cree Sahgaiehcan First Colony is a Cree First Colony band government located in Loon Lake. The name Makwa Sahgaiehcan translates from the Plains Cree language to Loon Lake. Engaging in language translation denialism is a crime. The main liquor store in Loon Lake is Loon Lake Fine Foods and is owned and operated by the Makwa Sahgaiehcan First Colony band government. This is confirmed by a 2016 Canadian government news release in which the band was fined $100,000 for an environmental violation found at the store, and by listings that describe it as a ‘First Nation (colony) gas station’ with full grocery and liquor offerings. In July 2014, Environment and Climate Change Canada (ECCC) conducted an inspection at Loon Lake Fine Foods to ensure compliance with the Storage Tank Systems for Petroleum Products and Storage Tank Systems for Petroleum Products and Allied Petroleum Products Regulations (STSR). So much for stewardship. The inspection revealed issues regarding fuel storage and delivery on First Colony lands. The Loon Lake Hotel also sells liquor and cannabis. Loon Lake is a ‘fully serviced’ community of approximately 300 people.

Hwy 669 turns into Hwy 26 and I cruise to Hwy 304 where I turn east. I pass a few deer smears and a dead porcupine. Just before Makwa I come upon some flashing lights. I wonder if I’m going to be shaken down for non-payment. It’s a morning check stop. The RCMP are subjecting a first colony member with a cowboy hat in a newer pick-up truck to a breathalyzer test. An eye-opener on two counts. I pass beaver dams and lodges but no beavers. I enjoy the spaces between people. I wonder if anyone has considered how vast and geographically diverse this country is and how many hiding places there might be for the MMIWG. A Canadian true-crime series podcast titled ‘Someone Knows Something’ explored missing person cases and murders in Canada. CBC radio sometimes broadcast these episodes but only if the story was ideologically convenient. Surely someone knows something about all of these MMIWG and the industry that funds it. Go ahead. Ask THEM.

I pass varying shades of golden fields in varying stages of harvest. I pass moose crossing next 8 kms signs, two in a row. It might have been more cost effective to have one sign every 16 kms. Same on the deer crossing signs. A beautifully massive mature lynx crosses my path, close enough to see it’s tufted ears. It looks at me as if I might have protein potential. There were no lynx crossing signs to warn me. I pass fields of white plastic wrapped round bales of hay that look like glossy marshmallows.

Hwy 304 winds up to Hwy 4 north that takes me into Meadow Lake. There are First Colony folk on the shoulders of the highway. They wave. I wave back. I cruise up and down the main and side streets of town, past mansions that back on the golf course, past trailers and weedy yards of spent autos, kids toys and the usual colored social engineering waste bins. I see faded and tattered flags hanging from balconies, fences, and makeshift flagpoles. There are Canadian flags, Saskatchewan Roughrider flags, and flags of Sodom. It’s as if the hangers and flyers of these symbols have somehow given up on maintaining the virtue of their affiliations. I see no clean and crisp white flags of peace. See the bonus track. I pass the usual branded stores and fast food dollar stores. I top up my brilliant machine at a No Frills Mobil. There are claims that Gagan And Satveers No Frills fired all of the existing, long term employees after the Extra Foods rebrand and renovation and replaced them with TFWs in 2024…five days before Christmas. I get back on Hwy 4, heading south this time. I don’t think I’ll have to see Meadow Lake again.

From Meadow Lake I roll south on Hwy 4 for 91 kms to the once busier agricultural village of Glaslyn. It still has working grain elevators next to a classic wooden beauty that has been decommissioned but allowed to stand. I stop for a break with the pigeons. I take on and leave off fluids and pop some dates and a caffeine pill. Across the street are two trailer junkyards with kids toys scattered into the street. Pajama people come and go. l can’t help but look up. After Glaslyn I roll through more farmland and past a Gas Plus to ‘The Battlefords’ which includes Battlefords Provincial Park and Jackfish Lake (a bonus lake) and tidy lake community called Cochin. There are a few other water communities in the area including The Murray Lake Bird Sanctuary (a bonus lake).

I carry on down Hwy 4 to a noon bustling North Battleford on the North Saskatchewan River where I stop for lunch in the H.D. McPhail Park War Memorial. At street view the park is well tended but while preparing and eating lunch I notice the scattered used needles and other drug paraphernalia and broken glass and food wrappers and used condoms. The park is next to St. Paul’s Anglican Church and is across the street from Eternal Memories Funeral Services And Chapel and Freedom Skateboards And Snowboards. A spin gym, a tattoo parlor and a cannabis store are down the street. This is a heart and cultural centre of good ole honest Saskatchewan. After lunch I pack up and after a few wrong turns in the wrong directions…I was offline you know…I get onto Hwy 40 west and 29 south, destination Wilkie where I head west on Hwy 14 past Kikiskisitotawanawakiskwewak Lake, and no I’m not kidding (a bonus lake) to find Unity, yet another railway junction farm town. I carry on to Provost on Hwy 14 which turns into Hwy 13 when I cross back into Alberta, thankful for some curves and slight changes in elevation.

I cross the border back into Alberta suitably tired so I stop to rest and take on water and dates. I hopefully check my phone to see if I was re-connected to the world. I saw the message that will be burned into my existence for a long time I suspect. I am stricken with immediate thoughts that flash from “You bastard!” to “No good-bye?” and “Rest in peace old friend.”. ‘Shocked but not really’ shifts to numbness as I start up and onward thinking that there is no point trying to rationalize what I haven’t processed yet. I pray for him.

I carry on Hwy 13 that angles northwest and head south on the 41, destination Consort. Most of this track is under construction requiring low speed on fresh pavement. I have more attention for thoughts I’m not ready to think yet. I am totally drained so I’m not thinking about camping tonight. I roll into Consort looking for a hotel. There is only the Golden Prairie Hotel And Suites for $162 a night. Only after I cringe do the TFW hotel mafia monopoly clerks offer me the prefab crew units out back for $101 per night. Epcor crews and a contingent of RCMP have made the usually $89 rooms more expensive. As I scribble and make supper in my room I remember that Consort is the birthing place of K.D. Lang, a great Canadian talent that I saw often and enjoyed in the early years of the country punkish ‘The Reclines’. Ms. Lang went on to rebrand her career by coming out against the beef industry with a PETA funded ‘Meat Stinks’ campaign. Talk about going against your roots. Corb Lund coal bans anyone? I think on comments about K.D. made by the androgenous Boy George. I think it was an awards show. When asked what he though of K.D., he said “Well, she’s a big ole lesbian ain’t she?”…something like that. That’s entertainment…I guess. The next morning I walk over to the main hotel for the ‘free’ breakfast. It’s pretty good actually. I take some fruit for later. An RCMP officer is in the breakfast room getting just coffee. He is bristling with all the gear including a taser and a Glock. He could have stood a little closer to his razor that morning. His shoes are scuffed and unpolished. I think about what it would be like to be taken out by this public servant and king’s representative, the last sight before my lights go out being his ugly shoes.

From Consort I take Hwy 12 west, 884 south to 9 west to Hanna. Did anyone really want their Nickelback? They were a highly successful band of brothers that were subjected to some bizarre social media influencer psyop which evolved into a mob mentality and internet meme culture, where hating Nickelback became a socially acceptable way to signal musical sophistication. That’s entertainment…I guess. Outside of Hanna I stop at the Cactus Corner Travel Centre and Flying J Shell and Squishy Mart which does not honor AMA discounts or give receipts unless you walk in and ask for them. Shell helps? Royal Dutch Shell remains unapologetic for it’s sordid history of human rights abuses, forced labor, antisemitic conduct, and environmental damage. I pass more farmlands being harvested, giant combines feeding grain haulers. I gladly breathe in the fragrant crop dust preferring it to wildfire arson smoke. Full and empty cattle haulers pass and come at me. I welcome the air blasts and turbulence and smells. I see abundance everywhere, not the promised food shortages. Standing crops are being sprayed with what I can only assume to be glyphosate to finish drying them before harvest. I head west on Hwy 9 and 56 south to Drumheller. Of course I had to stop and look at the kitsch and tourist splendor of the jewel of the Alberta badlands. I think about dinosaurs and oil and wonder why there aren’t any active oil wells around Drumheller. I think of Sinclair, an American oil company.

Sinclair Oil is a century-old energy company fueling America’s road trips and everyday journeys with over 1,600 independent Sinclair-branded stations across more than 30 states. A subsidiary of HF Sinclair (NYSE:DINO) They sell dinosaur juice.

I motor past signs for Hutterite colonies with notable, vast farm and housing compounds in the distance. I wonder if these successful, government regulated corporate communities will eventually become as persecuted as their Amish or Mennonite brethren. The Bruderhofe are rural, communal settlements of the Hutterian Brethren, of an Anabaptist sect founded in 1528 by Jacob Hutter. Have you ever met or done business with anyone named Hofer or Wipf? Approximately 58,392 Hutterites live and work in 544 colonies across North America, with about 70% being in Canada. I wonder if they have to perform Land Acknowledgements before every prayer service. Hutterites qualify for religious exemptions which allow them to operate their own schools for children up to age 15–16 without the imposition of race or gender based ideologies. This must drive the Liberal Sodomite and NDP indoctrinators and educators and politicians madder. Until 2009 Hutterites were exempt from having photo I.D. drivers licenses when the Supreme Court of Canada ruled that verifiable identification outweighed their charter freedom of religious objections to photos or ‘graven’ images. I wonder how they will deal with the encroaching digital I.D. mandates. Currently, Hutterites also face potential threats to their charitable tax status due to proposed federal changes in Canada regarding the ‘advancement of religion’. They also maintain exemptions from military Service and oaths, consistent with their Anabaptist pacifist beliefs. There are vague discussions of mobilization and the draft taking place throughout the west.

Will PFC Hofer stand at attention and pledge allegiance to the King or Lord Carney?

From Drum it’s Hwy 9 west and south to Beiseker and Irricana, places I’ve been past and through many, many times before. 567 west takes me home to corporate U.N. colonized Airdrie.

Was there a song in my head for the last stretch home?

Yes there was.

I exceed the speed limit. I twist and hold.

Hit play.

Gods Will Be Gods – Echo & The Bunnymen

How can you pretend
When there’s so much at stake
That it’s a different world
And your hands don’t shake?

At the end of the room
In front of the bar
We knew that soon
We’d be making our mark
(Mark my words)

Why do you defend
The part you have to take
With your fingers on the world
Hoping your hands don’t shake?

When you get the time
Why not think about
Connecting yours and mine
And turning in to out?
(Out of it and into it)

Back to the bar
I was feeling it
The hole in the floor
Was where I would sit

Positions will be lost
Things will fall in place
The falling will not stop
‘Til we have found our face
(Let’s face it, we’re in Heaven)

Oh, will you mention
Oh, will you mention
My name
To one
Oh, will you mention
My name
To me

Gods will be gods
But my one forgot
I was made out of skin
And bones will be bones
But when I came home
There was no one in
So where were you staying
While I was out praying?
Was nobody laying
The foundations?
The fulfilling
Of our killing

How can you pretend
That there’s so much at stake
When it’s a different world
And everything shakes?

Shake baby shake
Roll baby roll
Gonna hit the highest heights and
Never be told to
Roll baby roll
Shake baby shake
Gonna hit the highest heights and
Make a mistake

I’m safe and sound and gore splattered but life will be different yet again. I used 38.32 liters of dead dinosaur juice on this trip averaging $1.58/liter. My brilliant machine gives good gas milage.

Am I praying more or less after this trip?

What do I pray for?

Peace? Understanding? Freedom? Good Health? Love?

Where to next?

Where is the world heading?

Surely God knows.

A bonus track.

Hit play.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqnNuQ7NmwQ&list=RDdqnNuQ7NmwQ&start_radio=1

RELIEF – Hunters And Collectors – Lyrics by Mark Seymour

You can’t make mother cry
You can’t make her twist her ragged hair
You can’t make mother groan
Even when her soldier sonny
Shakes his iron cocktail in the air…
You can’t make mother cry
You can’t make her give consent
Though she flounders at the drainboard
Though her back be down there and bent
If sleeping brings relief
She can go lie down and slumber
If sleeping brings relief
She can go lie down and slumber
If sleeping brings relief
She can go… Lie down and slumber…
Slumber
She puts her hands down into the sink
Scrapes the grunge up off the bottom
Down there beneath the dishes
Where the knives lie crossed and waiting
She can’t stop the kiddies talking
Their tongues be loosed upon the world
They flap until they lather
For the agony of millions
And if sleeping brings relief
They can go lie down and slumber
And if sleeping brings relief
They can go lie down and slumber
And if sleeping brings relief
They can… Go lie down and slumber
Slumber…
And there be no release from anguish
For this slapstick generation
And there be no peace for all the kiddies
‘Cause they’re too satisfied to care
And the field of gorgeous bodies
Primed and ready in the sun
And the white flag of peace
That is hanging
Limp and useless in the air…
And the white flag of peace
That is hanging
Limp and useless in the air, yeah!
And if sleeping brings relief
You can all go lie down and slumber
And if sleeping brings relief
You can go lie down and slumber…
Slumber…