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Come and see the real thing
Come and see the real thing Come and see Come and see the real thing Come and see the real thing Come and see Is there a meaning here Is there a meaning here Does it really mean a thing? Come and see the real thing Come and see the real thing Come and see I am the real thing Ooh mow mow mow mow... Tryin hard to understand it Tryin hard to make things real Tryin hard to understand it But the real things just so sweet But there's a meaning here If there's a meaning here Does it really mean a thing? Come and see the real thing Come and see the real thing Come and see... I am the real thing Ooh mow mow mow mow I am not seeing I am not feeling I... Tryin hard to make things happen Well it's the way it's always been Tryin hard to make things happen When the real thing can be so thin Is there a meaning here Is there a meaning here Does it really mean a thing Come and see the real thing Come and see the real thing Come and see... I am the real thing Ooh mow mow mow mow... I am not seeing I am not feeling I... Ooh mow mow mow mow |
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Don't want to live in a prison cell
don't want to live in a smoking room, independence just won't come to you in the brief of a diplomat. Say your prayers for the future say your prayers for the past, it might be round the corner it might be all we have. Say your Prayers. Don't want to live with a compromise don't want to live with hypocrisy, bureaucracy doesn't have to win breaks the cage of the beast within. Say your prayers in the boardroom say your prayers on the stairs, it might be catastrophic it might be too damn bad. Say your prayers. I got the cure for compassion fatigue spend a week with the Timorese, running scared from the military you can share you can share your disease. Now we don't live with an absent master we don't live on an island divided, don't want my kids to grow up in shame in a country with a different name had to throw them out, had to break the chains. I got the cure for compassion fatigue spend a week with the Timorese, running scared from the military I come to you with a plaintive plea. |
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Spirit of the Age
There is an SOS of real distress, baby tears at the best address Ambulance chasers won't confess, sun comes up and you're stuck The ones and the zeros are flushing your pores, You've been flamed in the dark and you're feeling sore The dripfeed rattle lures the innocent cattle It is the only job in town Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home Here it comes A 747 is landing on your head A hand reaches out and you find you're dead Scared of the tarot and scared of the score But you went in deep cos you needed more But Karma is a boomerang and here it comes again Feels like the country is a going round the bend Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home There were a few blue singlets at the garage sale No-one was cheering at the treasures they were clearing Desperate fictions are in my book Howl of the dashboard culture that shook But Karma is a boomerang it's bound some down again Feels like the country is just a going round the bend Yeah I know spirit of the Age is coming home (J.Moginie/P.Garrett - Midnight Oil) |
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Well I'm as old as the hills
And young as the day Nobody sees things, in quite the same way Computers and shovels, churches and brothels Mannequins and skeletons, cities and dustbowls Here we go here we go again Hear the clamour of the feeding pen New day new way all my friends can say Cyclone fences in the cybernetic orchard Miracle drugs, discount bulk purchase Sacred in the forest, fast food in the kiosk Cardboard dinners and the saints and the sinners I don't want to run and hide I've seen it all from either side Truth and fiction must collide someday God knows, God knows, God knows it's been fun Ah, sweet sensation, the oldest temptation Now throughout the ages, we've been a' turning all those pages Now each generation you've got to choose a new location Got to reach out, got to sync up, build up, get up, to a stronger foundation God knows, God knows, God knows it's been fun (Garrett/Moginie) |
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I believe we're crossing the great ravine
Still yearning half way a stranger I believe in our multiplicty Still part-blind no reason for anger I believe we pull up our roots and retreat A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra Why don't you tell me the truth about you Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation Tyranny, crushing the young bird's seed Hallowe'en's mate, short fuse of the banker We're all spores but we're never eunuchs Love's on the loose deflect the short tunic And the cameras ruse There's no judgement in ignorance I say Some people tell me stories, wasting all my time Some trying not receiving someone else's lies It's my time, yes it's my time (Moginie/Garrett) |
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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 serve your country Don't serve your king Know your custom don't speak your tongue White man came took everyone We don't need protection Don't need your hand Keep your promise on where we stand We will listen we'll understand 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 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 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 here |
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I'm gonna wait for the moment to come
I'm gonna wait till we all stop from running Boxed in like candles, polar bear pride Turning to terror as the script is read out Unwilling actors, accomplished protractors will shout I'm gonna wait till we reach the sky Tin legs and tin mines, anyone cries Cry in the hope that there'll be tomorrow Waiting around there must be a time Time to start thinking and working it out Come with me now, come with me now, we'll be laughing Who's running the world today? I'm gonna wait till they knock on my door I'm gonna wait till they dig up the floor boards Poland in Disneyland, wet dream control Super computer, the new contraband I'm gonna wait, we must make a stand Come with me now, stand with me now one more time (Rotsey/Moginie/Garrett) |
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Conquistador of Mexico
The Zulu and the Navaho The Belgians in the Congo Plantation in Virginia The Raj in British India The deadline in South Africa The story of El Salvador The silence of Hiroshima Destruction of Cambodia Short memory, must have a short memory The sight of hotels by the Nile The designated Hilton style With running water specially bought A smallish man Afghanistan A watch dog in a nervous land They're only there to lend a hand The friendly five a dusty smile Wake up in a sweat at dead of night And in the tents new rifles, hey, short memory Short memory, must have a short memory |
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My grandfather went down with the MonteVideo
The rising sun sent him floating to his rest And his wife fled south to Sydney seeking out safe harbour A North Shore matron she became with some paying guests My father went down with the curse of big cities Traffic tolls and deadlines took him to his peace Now Bob Dyer glued us to our seats And lawns were always Victa neat Whilst Menzies fawned at royal fleet do you remember? In the valley I walk, I took some comfort there In the valley I walk, cold comfort I can hear you talk In the valley I walk, who will take me there? When my mother went down it was a stiff arm from Hades Life surprises and tears you like the southerly She always welcomed the spring always welcomed the stranger I don't see too many around like this Oh no, that's what I'm looking for, yeah, what we're looking for In the valley I walk - who will take me there In the valley I walk - cold comfort I can hear you talk In the valley I walk - I took some comfort there In the valley I walk - oh rough justice I hear you talk In the valley I walk - to meet my watershed I hpoe virtue brings it's own reward And I hope the pen is mightier than any sword I hpoe the kids will take it slow I hope my country claims it's own In the valley I walk - I cried yes I cried I was down then I crawled Mercy's arms all around me when I was down there In the valley I walk - do you read me they can hear me in the valley (Moginie/Garrett/Hirst) |
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(spoken)
An Exxon oil tanker (CSR Company faced tough questioning at the company's annual) From Geelong (payouts to workers affected by asbestos) Hey, hey, hey, hey (There'll be food on the table tonight) Hey, hey, hey (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight) My gut is wrenched out, it is crunched up and broken My life that is lived is no more than a token Who'll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why? If I yell out at night there's a reply of blue silence The screen is no comfort, I can't speak my sentence They blew the lights at heaven's gate and I don't know why But if I work all day on the blue sky mine (There'll be food on the table tonight) Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight) The candy store paupers lie to the shareholders They're crossing their fingers, they pay the truth makers The balance sheet is breaking up the sky So I'm caught at the junction, still waiting for medicine The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night And if the blue sky mining company won't come to my rescue If the sugar refining company won't save me Who's gonna save me? Who's gonna save me? Who's gonna save me? But if I work all day on the blue sky mine (There'll be food on the table tonight) And if walk up and down on the blue sky mine (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight) And some have sailed from a distant shore (And the company takes what the company wants) And nothing's as precious as a hole in the ground Who's gonna save me? Who's gonna save me? I pray that sense and reason brings us in Who's gonna save me? Who's gonna save me? We got nothing to fear In the end the rain comes down In the end the rain comes down Washes clean the streets of the blue sky town |
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U.S. forces give the nod
It's a setback for your country Bombs and trenches all in rows Bombs and threats still ask for more Divided world the CIA Who controls the issue You leave us with no time to talk You can write your own assessment Sing me songs of no denying Seems to me too many trying Waiting for the next big thing Will you know it when you see it High risk children dogs of war Now market movements call the shots Business deals in parking lots Waiting for the meat of tomorrow Everyone is too stoned to start emission People too scared to go to prison We're unable to make decisions Political party line don't cross that floor L. Ron Hubbard can't save your life Superboy takes a plutonium wife In the shadows of Ban the Bomb we live Sing me songs of no denying Seems to me too many trying Waiting for the next big thing |
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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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There's a road train going nowhere
Roads are cut, lines are down We'll be staying at the Roma bar Till that monsoon passes on The backbone of this country's broken The land is cracked and the land is sore Farmers are hanging on by their fingertips We cursed and stumbled across that shore I hear much support for the monarchy I hear the Union Jack's to remain, I see Namatjira in custody I see Truganini's in chains And the world won't stand still Blue collar work it don't get you nowhere You just go round and round in debt Somebody's got you on that treadmill, mate And I hope you're not beaten yet I hear much support for the monarchy I see the Union Jack in flames, let it burn I see Namatjira with dignity I see Truganini's in chains And the world won't stand still And the world won't stand still Chains... And the world won't stand still And the world won't stand still |
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The Last Of The Diggers
Who will march for peace Now that the last of the diggers has gone All those who were released From Sulva Bay and from the Somme The Mallee is whipped by sand A great new silence blankets the land We sure need the Stone Age In the coming century Who will feed the poor Now that the Saint of the gutters is gone Who will hear the call You lately come or native born For the touch of the Master's hand The eye of the Master still watches the lamb We sure need the Stone Age In the coming century The last of the diggers The last of the diggers The last of the diggers The last of the diggers has won Who gets sent to war Who'll lose a child to a foreign coast Who will leave our shore And come home rattling like a ghost This country can be cruel It'll leave you with scars that never heal We sure need the Stone Age in the coming century Still gonna need some Stone Age in the coming century The last of the diggers The last of the diggers The last of the diggers The last of the diggers has won (Rob Hirst - Midnight Oil) |
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