Thank you.
John Butler has
entered the building.
We all lost you there for a minute,
didn't we?
Yes, isn't that funny?
Follow the gazes.
That's John.
In the middle of the song,
we're just looking out
and everyone's going...
It's happened a lot on this
tour.
We were checking at the airport
the other day
and I was talking to the guy
and he was, you know, yes ma 'am,
please put your bags on
and you're a bit overweight.
I mean, the baggage was.
No, and he put the bags through
and then he suddenly went...
And he went to the woman
next to him.
It's John Butler.
And I watched him
and he just sort of forgot about me.
like I'm done
There's your boarding pass miss
and and he just sat there
and he was visibly shaking his boots
and John came
It's the next in line. He goes
Can I help you sir?
We'd like to invite John on stage
to play a song for us
this is sung by Paul Kelly
and Kev Carmody
Gather round people,
let me tell you a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and
Vincent Langaree
were op posite men,
on opposite sides
See, Vestey was fat,
full of money and muscle
Beef was his business,
broad was his door
Vincent was lame, he spoke very little
He had no bank balance,
hard dirt was his floor
From little things, big things grow
From little things,
big things grow
Gorinji were working for
nothing but rations
For once they had gathered
the wealth of the land
And daily the pressures got
tighter and tighter
Garinger decided they must take a stand
They got their swags and they
started off walking
And at Waddy Creek they
sat themselves down
Now it don't sound like much
but they sure got tons talking
Back at the homestead and
then in the town
From little things, big things grow
Vestiman said,
look I'll double your wages
Seven quid a week,
you'll have in your hand
Vincent said, nah -uh,
we ain't talking about wages
We're sitting right here
till we get our land
Vestiman rode and the Ves
timan thundered
You don't stand a chance
of a stingering snark
And then said if we fall,
oth ers are rising
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
So Vincent Langari,
he boarded an airplane,
he landed in Sydney, a big city of lights.
And daily he went round
softly speaking his story
To all types of men,
from all walks of life
And Vincent sat down
with those big politicians
They said, look mate, this affair,
it's a matter of state
Let us sort it out
while your people go hungry
Vincent said, nuh -uh,
we know how to waste
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
From little things,
big things grow
Vincent Langari,
he returned in an airplane
Back to his country,
once more to sit down
He told his people,
let the stars keep on turnin'
We got friends in the south,
in the cities and towns
Eight years went by,
eight long years of waitin'
Till one day a tall stranger
appeared in the land
His name was Whitlam,
and he came to great ceremony
Through Vincent's fingers,
throwing a handful of sand
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
But this is a story of Vincent Langari
But this is a story of something much more
Our power and privilege can
not move a people
Who know where they stand
And stand in their love
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow.
From little things, big things grow.
From little things, big things grow.
John Butler. Thank
you everyone.
That's called a live fade out.
Thank you.