Some nights we have no inhibition.
Away from sterile rooms with book-lined walls
The slow drumming of deadlines
Breaths of scholastic agony
Away from our mothers and our fathers
The blanket of reason burnt
Mischief in place of calm
When the sun shuts her eyes
When the quiet starts to shake
It is time for us to go
Our weekly wake
Evening skin is beautiful.
Tiny skirts, lashes and perfume
Tall shoes, lipstick and jewels
Livers filled with nectar
Lungs tickled by vapour
Screaming over music and jumping up to the ceiling
Laughing in the mirror and stumbling on carpet
Blood dancing in our veins
Oh, to feel this alive everyday
The kingdom outside lures us onward.
A palace to be together and alone
Loud and sickly and warm and cosy
For heartache and worry
Faces twist and gleam
We all fall in love
If just for a second
With strangers and with each other
The world spins
And we rush to mend it
Then we fade away.
Floating back as the hours grow
To the beds in our own private taverns
Heads swimming and mouths dry
Dreams we won’t remember
Versions of ourselves veiled before daylight
Eyes shut and bodies sink
And with that goes the freedom
So rich and so ethereal
Here for a moment
And gone the next.
We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present and emerging. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.