Garden State Lyrics

It's Victoria mate - the state where I live,
The state where I played, friends made and raised as a kid.
Loved growin' up in the Dandenong Ranges,
Bike rides, sky high, get blazed with strangers
Melbourne's that city with that scarred lead belly,
Here a hero was born with the death of Ned Kelly.
Rock ready, stay steady, like Wicked Force,
And in this garden state, you get smashed for picking staunch.
Or launch a boat, if you've got one, on the lake.
Eildon's the place, fire up the barbie and cook a steak.
It's great. Feelin' fine in the summertime.
The Yarra Valley drinkin' wine, how lifes devine.
From the surf to the turf, or snow on the hills
Vico's the place full of cheap thrills, peep skills.
When you walk down our railroads;
The trail goes from Sale to Bairnsdale,
Or on the push when it's time to bale.

I'm from the Garden State - Victoria's where it's at.
From the Burn to the Murray, quick get out your map,
We're takin', a journey throughout the mighty V,
Eureka's gold from the Rat to ringin' bells in the Quay.

You see the V-I-C, this state's got it all,
Home to Crown Casino and Aussie rules football.
So let me put a spin on things like the King of Spin.
Using text flip the next St. Kilda's bets,
Grey streets filled with sex.
We got the Grand Prix, and we got Moomba,
But we're pushing north to play golf and wake board Cohuna.
It's West to Swan Hill, or maybe Mildura,
Then south to Queenscliff for some real dope Vico scuba.
So jump on the ferry and cruise over the bay,
To Sorrento and the Conty to misbehave.
Or maybe, the Portsea pub getting drunk sitting in the sun,
Flippin' off the pier, in summer, yeah, it's always fun.

North to the south, the Garden State rules,
From the mighty Murray River to the The Twelve Apostles.
East to the west, come and check the skills,
Citywide's getting high like the Dandenong hills.

North to the south, the Garden State rules,
From the mighty Murray River to the The Twelve Apostles.
East to the west, come and check the skills,
Citywide's getting high like Mt Dandenong hills.

Yo, what can I say, Garden State born and raised,
Got love for the funk, I'm international these days,
Big trips and planes, three years livin' away,
How I've missed this place - the sun through the summer,
And snow through the winter at one with one another.
Got mad love for Vico, the place I call my home.
And on the south east coast, is where I made my bones,
Chillin' at the street spot, thirty degrees, hot.
Acting a fool with a bit of a beat-box,
Yeah, it's non-stop in the city of Melbourne.
The tram tracks stretch from St. Kilda to Preston,
Brunswick to Essendon, come roll with the best of ‘em.
Hook up for a session at the city skate park,
We'll spark the flame from midday, to way after dark.
And then we'll hit the bars, under Garden State stars,
Rock to Citywide tracks, laced with flutes and guitars.

It's the Garden State, yo a place called home,
Where our lyrics are dispensed when the crew's in the zone.
Writin' raps in the car on the Hume drivin' home,
To the Hotham hills when I'm standin' alone.
Switchin' off that phone, I ain't takin' no calls,
No friends on a powder day is what I recall.
Blowin' smoke, early morn, road trippin' to Fall's,
and 120 foot Hits if you got the balls.
Back in Melbourne kids scribble on walls,
Throwin' up their piece on our City Town Halls.
Underworld figures out breakin' the laws,
Benji Veniamin claims loss in murderous sprawls.
Seems they're playin' chess and they're takin' a checkmate,
Another life gone, like you're jumpin' the Westgate.
Best take time, escape the grind,
Cruise the Great Ocean Road, smoke a spliff and recline.

North to the south, the Garden State rules,
From the mighty Murray River to the The Twelve Apostles.
East to the west, come and check the skills,
Citywide's getting high like Mt Dandenong hills.

North to the south, the Garden State rules,
From the mighty Murray River to the The Twelve Apostles.
East to the west, come and check the skills,
Citywide's getting high like Mt Dandenong hills.