Gamil (No)
Wamba (Mad)
Gii (heart)
Dhuwi (soul)
Gamilu Bidi Wii (big and little Light)
Yaama (Hello)
Yinaar (Women)
Maayali (whispered)
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| Image Phoebe Hoogendyk |
From: 'Nimbin Goodtimes' front page article - Jan. 2013 edition.
Githabul make a stand at Cedar Point Githabal spokesperson, Rob Williams Snr, made it clear that the site was too sacred to be mined, inextricably linked to men’s health and essential in resurrecting ancient lore and culture. He said it was from this site that the Githabal intend to teach their young men language, bring back their songs and ceremonies and communicate with the spiritual guardians of this sacred place.
Rob was adamant that mining was not negotiable. The offense doesn’t stop on site. Rob is aware, and has seen statutory declarations confirming that sacred objects and tools, which belong to the site in- perpetuity, were removed.
The Githabul demand their immediate return. This removal off-country is not only a cultural affront of the highest order, it has directly affected and accelerated the passage and approval of this mining development. The absence of these original artifacts is crucial and taints all processes and assumptions that followed.
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CULTURAL HERITAGE IN DANGER OF DESTRUCTION| Land mark on the Warrego Highway |

The eastern world it tis explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin',
you're old enough to kill but not for votin',
you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
and marches alone can't bring integration,
when human respect is disintegratin',
this whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
but when your return, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the drums, th pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.