Last week I heard the song Beds are Burning played at least three times in the space of a few hours when I was out and about in a pub and at the Carriageworks for the Festival of Dangerous Ideas.
It may be a classic Australian song, but the sheer number of times it has been played in public recently is starting to feel like propaganda for the Voice.
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