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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 |
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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 it 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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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 [Chorus] End - your dreamworld is just about to end Fall - your dreamworld is just about to fall Your 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 mistery road Walk through Eden's garden and then wander as you go Chorus Sign says honeymoon to rent Cloudland into dreamland turns The sun comes up and we all learn Those wheels must turn |
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I don't wanna grow anything in my heart
I don't want to write all these things in the sand I don't want to listen and not understand I don't want to tramp up the footpath of stars Don't want to be an advocate Don't want to be a monument 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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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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The lord is my temple
God is by my side You pay rates on that temple Build materials at the side He gives 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 the Androporosphere Who maintains the drunken machinery Before we dream of a time When those men come from West Point |
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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 sands and broken plans Lead me on to my homeland |
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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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I know that the sunset empire shudders and shakes
I know there's a floodgate and a raging river I say the silence of the ribbons of iron and steel I say hear the punch drunk huddle drive hammer and steel 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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