'Sixty seconds? It takes almost 60 seconds to say your name!' 'Oh, how very droll!'

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'I’m off to town, love.' 'Take care — it’s rough downtown nowadays.' 'No need to worry, dear. Big Brother has me — and everyone else — under surveillance. They’re always watching out for us.' 'Oh, yes, I forgot, aren’t they wonderful?' 'hmm.' _ © The recording may not be altered or used for commercial gain without the express written permission of Floydius-Maximus Jeremy Thomas Jefferson. No individual or entity may clone, reproduce, or record any sound imitating the voice of Floydius-Maximus Jeremy Thomas Jefferson without his express consent or that of his authorised representatives. This includes all methods, such as AI technology and human imitation. Violations will result in legal action and the pursuit of financial compensation.

Reading Henry Archibald Hertzberg Lawson (17th June 1867 – 2nd September 1922) was an Australian writer and bush poet. Henry Lawson is often referred to as Australia’s greatest short story writer. He was also a master of the bush ballad.

Note: A bush ballad is a traditional Australian narrative poem, written in plain language and rhythmic verse, reflecting hardship, humour, and character in rural bush life.

Bound for the Lord-Knows-Where was first published in 1906. The bush ballad (poem) is about the restless spirit wandering into the unknown, chasing work, freedom, or a fresh start — wherever that road may lead. Destination: 'the Lord-knows-where.' Note: The reading was recorded with a faint vinyl effect in the background. Below is the opening verse of the ballad. If you’d like to follow along, or read the full poem, you’ll find it here: PoetryVerse website.

'Bound for the Lord-Knows-Where' 'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest? Where are you going, with your swag and pack, And the night still in the West? Your clothes are worn, and your cheques are gone, But your eyes are free from care?” “We’re bushmen down for a spree in town, And we’re bound for the Lord-knows-where, Old chap—we’re bound for the Lord-knows-where.”

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