Тексты песен «Midnight Oil»

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...

Brought up in a world of changes, part time cleaner in a holiday flat I stare out to sea at the ships at night No anaesthesia, I'm going to work on it day to day No zephyr, no light relief it seems But maybe it's a...

In my shoes, in my shoes There is so much to remind me As the stars come out above me, home Cool wind, clear my head Bright sun grow my food Strong rain clear my heart Fill my land it's a new day I don't know why it...

Capricornia don't walk away show me to the back of your hand capricornia don't leave me here dying in the back of your land. In the evening things all fall apart they crawl away dying in the bushes alone in the morning...

Locked in the mall in a state of fright Looking for salvation in a car headlight But you can't have what you can't buy Tomorrow is better than yesterday Tomorrow is better than today Tomorrow is better than yesterday...

Cold cold change, we were so excited But you came and went so soon Cold cold change, we were not invited We smiled all the while we were taken in Cold cold change, bringing in the winter Freezing up the water, closing...

Comfortable suburban home Too afraid to go out on your own Comfortable place on the couch Nature's a stranger keep it out Haul away So you got coastline for fence It could be your first line of defense You'll never be...

These are not dispassionate words of the cool The headline still rules the editor's a fool Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse And leave us stranded here tomorrow I heard a calling out, a cry from the...

In the city the heart still whispers Flaking metal a silent witness There's chemical fields and cathode clouds The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans And smart cards shrink wrap the colored air And send it...

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 We don't serve your king White man listen to the songs we sing White...

I'm an innocent victim, I'm just like you We end up in the home units with a brick wall view I can't beleive the perfect families on my color t.v. If I don't make it to the top it'll never bother me And I don't wanna...

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...

Here comes the olive branch man He'll press it any way he can He tries so hard to understand Here comes the tired statesman Heavy lidded bearded nowhere left to land He makes the jigsaw fit With a hammer in his hand...

By the time the luminous descent of the bright star unfolds And tablets of strange love are shattered and bruised By the time the oleander has fallen from bloom And the tears of the crocodile water the sun By the time...

It's 2 a.m. in town hall station Black walls and sleeping drunks are bad companions Ice is there Fear is there Everyone is nowhere there's too much of nothing Take me away Take me away It's 9 a.m. in town hall station...

There is a place we're coming to It is not green it is not blue I hope that you understand The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore Hitting up on bright lights and the liquor stores Save me, please save me We got...

[Incomprehensible] In the morning we will wake up and take to the air Look back at the planet, I'm glued to my chair Southern half is burning as we climb through the sky Sea birds softly falling, smoke way up high...

In the morning we will wake up and take to the air Look back at the planet - I'm glued to my chair Southern half is burning as we climb through the sky Sea-birds softly falling, smoke way up high There's the contours...

Well, I'm as old as the hills And young as the day That nobody sees things In quite the same way Computers and shovels Churches and brothels Mannequins and skeletons Cities and dust bowls Here we go Here we go...

(Rob Hirst/Jim Moginie) Few of the sins of the father Are visited upon the son Hearts have been hard Hands have been clenched into fists too long Our sons need never be soldiers Our daughters will never need guns...