(Midnight Oil) Out where the river broke The bloodwood and the desert oak Holden wrecks and boiling diesels Steam in forty five degrees The time has come To say fair's fair To pay the rent To pay our share The time has come A fact's a fact It belongs to them Let's give it back How can we dance when our earth is turning How do we sleep while our beds are burning Four wheels scare the cockatoos From Kintore East to Yuendemu The western desert lives and breathes In forty five degrees top
(Midnight Oil)
Under the waterline
No place to retire
To another time
The eyes of the world now turn
And if we think about it
And if we talk about it
And if the skies go dark with rain
Can you tell me does our freedom remain
Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
You can't hide nowhere with the torchlight on
And it happens to be an emergency
Some things aren't meant to be
Some things don't come for free
Above the waterline
Point the finger yeah point the bone
It's the harbour towns
That the grey metal ships call home
And if we think about it
And if we talk about it
And if the sea goes boiling black
Can you tell me what you'll do about that
Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
I must know something to know it's so wrong
And if happens to be an emergency
Some things aren't meant to be
Some things don't come for free
They keep talking about it
They keep talking...
Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
You must be crazy if you think you're strong
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(Midnight Oil)
The Breakfast Creek hotel is up for sale
The last square mile of terra firma gavelled in the mail
so farewell to the Norfolk Island pines
No amount of make believe can help this heart of mine
End - your dreamworld is just about to end
Fall - your dreamworld is just about to fall
Yours dreamworld will fall
So shut that buckle and turn that key again
Take me to a place they say the dreaming never ends
Open wide drive that mystery road
Walk through eden's garden and then wonder as you go
Sign says honymoon to rent
Cloudland into dreamland turns
The sun comes up and we all learn
Those wheels must turn
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(Moginie/Garrett)
I don't want to grow anything in my heart
I don't want to write all these things int he sand
I don't wish to listen and not understand
I don't want to tramp up the footpath of stares
Don't want to be an advocate
Don't want to be a momument
There is nothing that grows in your arctic world
I don't want to breathe that Smithsonian air
I don't want to listen when they toll the bell
'cos I can't take another industrial feast
On the ground, on my back, out there
I want to meet the president
Of a country without sense
There is nothing that grows in his arctic world
There is nothing that grows in your arctic world
There is nothing that grows in this arctic world
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(Moginie)
There is enough for everyone
In Redfern as there is in Alice
This is not the Buckingham Palace
This is the crown land
This is the brown land
This is not our land
Some folks live in water tanks
some folks live in red brick flats
There is enough, the law is carved in granite
It's been shaped by wind and rain
White law could be wrong
Black law must be strong
Warakurna, cars will roll
Don't drink by the water hole
Court fines on the shopfront wall
Beat the grog and save your soul
Some people laugh, some never learn
This land must change or land must burn
Some people sleep, some people yearn
This land must change or land must burn
Diesel and dust is what we breathe
This land don't change and we don't leave
Some people live, some never die
This land don't change this land must lie
Some people leave, always return
This land must change or land must burn
Warakurna, camels roam
Fires are warm and dogs are cold
Not since Lassiter was here
Black man's got a lot to fear
Some people laugh some never learn
This land must change or land must burn
Some people leave, always return
This land must change or land must burn
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(Midnight Oil) We don't serve your country Don't serve your king Know your custom don't speak your tongue White man came took everyone We don't serve your country Don't serve your king White man listen to the songs we sing White man came took everything We carry in our hearts the true country And that cannot be stolen We follow in the steps of our ancestry And that cannot be broken We don't need protection Don't need your land Keep your promise on where we stand We will listen we'll understand Mining companies, pastoral companies Uranium companies Collected companies Got more right than people Got more say than people Forty thousand years can make a difference to the state of things The dead heart lives heretop
(Moginie/Garrett)
The lord is my temple
God is by my side
You pay the rates on that temple
Build materials at the side
He give reasons
To get through the day
He doesn't have rinse action
He just says
Whoah - oh
Don't wanna see you back here again
Girls are not smiling
The stars have gone out
The man with the landslide
Got his head in the ground
Like an unopened letter
Left under the door
He says I am the answer you're looking for
Whoah - oh
Don't wanna see you back here again
Above we dream in Andropovosphere
Who maintains the drunken machinery
Below we dream of a time
When those men come from West Point
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(Hirst/Moginie/Garrett)
In the desert in the dry
Before the breaking of the rain
The temperature in the shade
Had reached a hundred and ten again
In the desert in the dry
On the overland telegraph line
Don't take the law into your own hands
Don't go looking for a fight
I've heard the bullroarers
In the desert in the dry
Sun sits so high
Long day's mile and the
Radio crackles and the bones bleached white
It's a knock-em-down storm
See the tin roof shake
Wild dog howls and the long grass
Whistles and the tall trees break
I've seen the wild horses
I've heard the bullroarers
I've seen the wild horses
Shifting sand and broken plans
Lead me on to my homeland
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(Moginie/Garrett)
Let's begin, I am ready, let's begin
Sell my soul to him
Shed my skin, I just wanna shed my skin
I don't wanna sell my soul to him
Mechanize, city bursts and farmers die
They cry
Sleep face down in a goods train heading south in the rain
In this world I often think you'd understand me
In these words I often think you'd recognise me
'cos I just wanna swim with the fish in the sea
and I want faith to heal so that I can be clean
America's great now
If you don't talk back
You hide your face
Crawl and rubble,
And smile and small
That snails-paced creature
Going up and down walls
Celebrate, I just want to celebrate
I'm not going to sell my soul to him
When you look right in
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(Moginie/Garrett/Hirst)
I know that the sunset empire shudders and shakes
I know there's a floodgate and a raging river
I say see the silence of the ribbons of iron and steel
I say hear the punch drunk huddle drive hammer and wheel
Sometimes you're beaten to the call
Sometimes you're taken to the wall
But you don't give in
I know that the cannibals wear smart suits and ties
I know they arm wrestle on the altar
I say don't leave your heart in a hard place
Sometimes you're shaken to the core
Sometimes the face is gonna fall
But you don't give in
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(Midnight Oil)
I'll give you something to write home about
And I'll take you somewhere, show you around
We burnt all the cars that laid down and died
We burnt all the trees to keep us alive
Sat 'round the fire, sang like a choir
With the ashes of a civilization in our eyes
I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Higway
Far off a dull radio beats for the young uninvolved
The meaning's a football
A stick and a can and a Kakadu man
Will the speaker speak up or the talker talk down
The world is no oyster and here in this town
Shit falls like rain on a world that is brown
I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
I come alive, and the children will sing as the
satellite swings down that highway
Nothing could be longer than a corrugated road
No one ever follows where the road trains go
And nowhere in the country do the dust storms blow so hard
So hard
I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
I hear the sound, it's the wheels as they drive
And the cultures collide on that highway
ah, it's a hard day, the children will sing as the
Satellite swings down that highway
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