The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty five degrees
To say fair's fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share
A fact's a fact
It belongs to them
Let's give it back
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
They talk and walk of nothing
I've known many restless summons the sand dunes I imagine
A place without a postcard
Flower people were so beautiful but straight and louds the way
Good luck the beatnik spirit
The talk of politicians the sentences of cynics are the sentences of childhood
And the lies we eat with breakfast
Brave faces face the boardroom the oak stained walls
Fall silent they leave lined with defeat
And they got those tears in their eyes
Well it makes no sense to me
I saw the exits closing now
Pain and passions my point of view
Well there's nothin like the truth
They fell hard on instant replay
And I'm never going tere well the place I see is so much better
'Cos it makes no sense to me
I saw the exits closing now
Burning mountains burning paper burning all around and eaten.
No place to retire
To another time
The eyes of the world now turn
And if we talk about it
Can you tell me does our freedom remain
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
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
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...
You must be crazy if you think you're strong
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This is one of the most dynamic bands to have ever come out of Australia and their lyrics reflect that sense of locality. But no one can deny that their music has a global theme.
Beds are Burning
Out where the river broke
The time has come
The time has come
How can we dance when our earth is turning
From "Dust and Diesel" (1987)
Brave Faces
I've seen faces in the window, I've seen faces in the street
They're all talking shit to me
Outtalked by the mass media to pay the bills it lies
Why don't they understand we're so ordinary too
I've seen men that have been marked out, ruled out by grim assassins
From "Dust and Diesel" (1987)
Put down that Weapon
Under the waterline
And if we think about it
And if the skies go dark with rain
Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
Above the waterline
Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
From "Dust and Diesel" (1987)
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