"Beds Are Burning" as written by Martin Rotsey, Peter Gifford, Robert Hirst, James Moginie and Peter Garrett....
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?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent now, to pay our share
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore, east to Yuendemu
The Western Desert lives and breathes
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?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent now, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, we're gonna give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
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?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent now, to pay our share
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore, east to Yuendemu
The Western Desert lives and breathes
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?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent now, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, we're gonna give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
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dance while world is turning = we keep doing the same thing, expecting different results
time to give up on being greedy goats and give back to the earth, not keep taking
umm... I think he lives a perfect example. He is now more well known for his good work in the community, than as "that dude from Midnight Oil". I think he is a wonderful role model and he's done wonders for this country.
*sigh* i dunno. i'm just pissed because i'm an oiler to the core. any other band and i might be inclined to agree with you. but Midnight Oil wasn't--isn't--any other band. that's the reason i'm an oiler even now.
Music is such an amazing medium, some people sing all the words and have no idea what the song is about, which is perfectly fine! Then others can comprehend exactly what the musicians are trying to convey through their songs!
Music is politics people, music is the universal language....
And what shauncreaney says somehow reminds me of other countries delusions about Australia. Everyone seems to think we have kangaroos in our backyards, and speak with a Steve Irwin accent, and are all basically yobbos who use their money in 'pissing it all away in booze and cheap women'.
Eh.
Great song though, you have to love Midnight Oil. For some reason I've always associated them with R.E.M. though...I have no clue why, hehe ;x