I don't want to run I don't want to stay. 'Cause everything that's near and dear is old and in the way. Emergency has gone, apathy rolling on. Time to take a stand.
Here comes the mechanical sun. Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed. Mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead. The emerald silo is rusting from the inside..
The world is crashing down on me tonight. The walls are closing in on me tonight. . 'cause I know this is the end of the beginning of the outbreak of love.
She was the golden summer wine. And now she's black and blue resigned. He took advantage like the spider. Helpless, one too many times. . You had to go ahead and sing.
I grew tall in this lucky land. And I thank God for that, but there's needles in the sand. Ozone in the eucalypt and on the Steppes tonight. There's pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight.
Who'd like to change the world, who wants to shoot the curl. Who gets to work for bread, who wants to get ahead. Who hands out equal rights, who starts and ends that fight.
Was it just a dream, were you so confused. Was it just a giant leap of logic. Was it the time of year, that makes a state of fear. Methods were the motives for the action.
When they march. When they march over fields of green. When they march. When they march over fields of green. When they march. When they march over fields of green.
The tucker box is empty now, the heart of Kelly's country cleared. The gangers on the southern line, like the steam trains have disappeared. Pelicans glide, miracles up in the sky.
There's no highway to luritja way. I listen I listen for it now.. . There's no turnoff to luritja way. One moment one moment for me please.. . I'm reaching out for you across a thousand years.
Walking through the high dry grass, pushing my way through slow. Yellow belly black snake, sleeping on a red rock. Waiting for the stranger to go. Sugar train stops at the crossing, cane cockies cursing below.
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 harbor.
Sorry I am for the hurt I caused. Grieving I still do over careless words. As I move freely to a place. The debris I left behind comes back into my day.
All the screens are filled with heroes and losers. But the sky's still filled with stars. This junky palace might be on fire. Til the winners lose desire.
Skating down the street just beware;. People dropping dirt bombs everywhere.. When you smell that asphalt grin. And you feel it burn your skin. . Its gravelrash!.
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 cky.
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.
Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son. Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long. Our sons will never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns.
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.
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.