Canción del álbum Blue Sky Mining (1990):
Won't you come down the line
Away from barren ground?
The harlot and the autocrat
Are they driving you further down.
The season's rhymes, they anchor me
Against the raging tide.
Take you to the last wild place
Skin and the stars they embrace.
A caveman could a saint become
In a hospital ward on the Somme.
We can dive into distant amoebas
Our wings could melt in the sun.
I can shake,
I can move,
But I can't live without your love.
I can break
Over you,
But I can't live without your love.
Our poet Henry Lawson, he named them:
"The lay'em out brigade".
Here they come, there they go.
Oh, great god of development!
Don't really know you yet.
Coastline hosed down, washed away.
Economics, now there's nothing left.
Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps
And they'll drink champagne or be damned.
And the storm is breaking now.
Yeah, the storm is breaking now.
Yes, the storm is crashing down.
I can shake,
I can move,
But I can't live without your love.
I can break
Over you,
But I can't live without your love.
(Our blood vessels go sailing, galaxies away. You know today's bushfire is tomorrow's Inferno. As rags to riches becomes the public spear. Watching out down the street as other people start coming down. I can see that they're smiling. And that's something to be proud of. And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late. And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late. Never too late. Never too late...)
Away from barren ground?
The harlot and the autocrat
Are they driving you further down.
The season's rhymes, they anchor me
Against the raging tide.
Take you to the last wild place
Skin and the stars they embrace.
A caveman could a saint become
In a hospital ward on the Somme.
We can dive into distant amoebas
Our wings could melt in the sun.
I can shake,
I can move,
But I can't live without your love.
I can break
Over you,
But I can't live without your love.
Our poet Henry Lawson, he named them:
"The lay'em out brigade".
Here they come, there they go.
Oh, great god of development!
Don't really know you yet.
Coastline hosed down, washed away.
Economics, now there's nothing left.
Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps
And they'll drink champagne or be damned.
And the storm is breaking now.
Yeah, the storm is breaking now.
Yes, the storm is crashing down.
I can shake,
I can move,
But I can't live without your love.
I can break
Over you,
But I can't live without your love.
(Our blood vessels go sailing, galaxies away. You know today's bushfire is tomorrow's Inferno. As rags to riches becomes the public spear. Watching out down the street as other people start coming down. I can see that they're smiling. And that's something to be proud of. And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late. And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late. Never too late. Never too late...)
Para David Rutte.
