Song | Burnie |
Artist | Midnight Oil |
Album | Scream in Blue Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Garrett, Moginie | |
Brought up in a world of changes | |
Part time cleaner in a holiday flat | |
Stare out to sea at the ships at night | |
No anaesthesia, I'm gonna work on it day to day | |
No zephyr no light relief it seems | |
But maybe it's a dream | |
I'm lying back in a row of timber cases placed out | |
On the dock with nightmare faces looking at me | |
And I can see now, and I wanna be free now | |
This is my home | |
This is my sea | |
Don't paint it with the future, of factories | |
I want to stay, I feel okay | |
There's nothing else as perfect | |
I'll have my way | |
Brought up in a world of changes | |
Waste product, pedestrian, limb from limb | |
Short changed by the surfing priest again | |
Two children in the harbour | |
They play their game stormwater drain | |
Write their contract in the sand, it'll be gray for life | |
But you can draw the blind | |
But you can't stop the sun | |
From shining on and on and getting you there | |
Tide forever beckons you to leave | |
But something holds you back | |
It's not the promise of the swell or a girl | |
Just a hope that someday someway it'll be okay | |
So you stop and say | |
This is my home | |
This is my sea | |
Don't paint it with the future of factories | |
This is my life | |
this is my right | |
I'll make it what I want to | |
I'll stay and I'll fight | |
(Moginie/Garrett) |
zuo ci : Garrett, Moginie | |
Brought up in a world of changes | |
Part time cleaner in a holiday flat | |
Stare out to sea at the ships at night | |
No anaesthesia, I' m gonna work on it day to day | |
No zephyr no light relief it seems | |
But maybe it' s a dream | |
I' m lying back in a row of timber cases placed out | |
On the dock with nightmare faces looking at me | |
And I can see now, and I wanna be free now | |
This is my home | |
This is my sea | |
Don' t paint it with the future, of factories | |
I want to stay, I feel okay | |
There' s nothing else as perfect | |
I' ll have my way | |
Brought up in a world of changes | |
Waste product, pedestrian, limb from limb | |
Short changed by the surfing priest again | |
Two children in the harbour | |
They play their game stormwater drain | |
Write their contract in the sand, it' ll be gray for life | |
But you can draw the blind | |
But you can' t stop the sun | |
From shining on and on and getting you there | |
Tide forever beckons you to leave | |
But something holds you back | |
It' s not the promise of the swell or a girl | |
Just a hope that someday someway it' ll be okay | |
So you stop and say | |
This is my home | |
This is my sea | |
Don' t paint it with the future of factories | |
This is my life | |
this is my right | |
I' ll make it what I want to | |
I' ll stay and I' ll fight | |
Moginie Garrett |
zuò cí : Garrett, Moginie | |
Brought up in a world of changes | |
Part time cleaner in a holiday flat | |
Stare out to sea at the ships at night | |
No anaesthesia, I' m gonna work on it day to day | |
No zephyr no light relief it seems | |
But maybe it' s a dream | |
I' m lying back in a row of timber cases placed out | |
On the dock with nightmare faces looking at me | |
And I can see now, and I wanna be free now | |
This is my home | |
This is my sea | |
Don' t paint it with the future, of factories | |
I want to stay, I feel okay | |
There' s nothing else as perfect | |
I' ll have my way | |
Brought up in a world of changes | |
Waste product, pedestrian, limb from limb | |
Short changed by the surfing priest again | |
Two children in the harbour | |
They play their game stormwater drain | |
Write their contract in the sand, it' ll be gray for life | |
But you can draw the blind | |
But you can' t stop the sun | |
From shining on and on and getting you there | |
Tide forever beckons you to leave | |
But something holds you back | |
It' s not the promise of the swell or a girl | |
Just a hope that someday someway it' ll be okay | |
So you stop and say | |
This is my home | |
This is my sea | |
Don' t paint it with the future of factories | |
This is my life | |
this is my right | |
I' ll make it what I want to | |
I' ll stay and I' ll fight | |
Moginie Garrett |