Midnight Oil - Tell Me The Truth
I believe we’re crossing the great ravine
Still yearning half way a stranger
I believe in our multiplicty
Still part-blind no reason for anger
I believe we pull up our roots and retreat
A new crop of aerials in dacca and canberra
Why don’t you tell me the truth about you
Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene
Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation
Tyranny, crushing the young bird’s seed
Hallowe’en’s mate, short fuse of the banker
We’re all spores but we’re never eunuchs
Love’s on the loose deflect the short tunic
And the cameras ruse
There’s no judgement in ignorance I say
Some people tell me stories, wasting all my time
Some trying not receiving someone else’s lies
It’s my time, yes it’s my time
(moginie/garrett)