Song | Brave Faces - Live |
Artist | Midnight Oil |
Album | Scream In Blue |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Garrett, Moginie | |
I've seen faces in the window | |
I've seen faces in the street | |
They walk and talk of nothing | |
I've known many restless summers | |
The sand dunes I imagine | |
A place without a postcard | |
Flower people were so beautiful | |
But straight and loud's the way | |
Good luck the beatnik spirit | |
The talk of politicians | |
The sentences of cynics | |
Are the sentences of childhood | |
They're all talking shit to me | |
Out-talked by the mass media | |
to pay the bills it lies | |
And the lies we eat for breakfast | |
Brave faces face the boardroom | |
the oak stained walls fall silent | |
They leave lined with defeat | |
And they got those tears in their eyes | |
Well it makes no sense to me | |
Why don't they understand | |
We're so ordinary too | |
I saw the exits closing now | |
Pain and passion's my point of view | |
Well there's nothing like the truth | |
I've seen men that have been marked out | |
Ruled out by grim assassins | |
They fell hard on instant replay | |
And I'm never going there Well the place I see so much better | |
Cos it makes no sense to me | |
I saw the exits closing now | |
Burning mountains, burning paper | |
Burning all around and later | |
(Moginie/Garrett) |
zuo ci : Garrett, Moginie | |
I' ve seen faces in the window | |
I' ve seen faces in the street | |
They walk and talk of nothing | |
I' ve known many restless summers | |
The sand dunes I imagine | |
A place without a postcard | |
Flower people were so beautiful | |
But straight and loud' s the way | |
Good luck the beatnik spirit | |
The talk of politicians | |
The sentences of cynics | |
Are the sentences of childhood | |
They' re all talking shit to me | |
Outtalked by the mass media | |
to pay the bills it lies | |
And the lies we eat for breakfast | |
Brave faces face the boardroom | |
the oak stained walls fall silent | |
They leave lined with defeat | |
And they got those tears in their eyes | |
Well it makes no sense to me | |
Why don' t they understand | |
We' re so ordinary too | |
I saw the exits closing now | |
Pain and passion' s my point of view | |
Well there' s nothing like the truth | |
I' ve seen men that have been marked out | |
Ruled out by grim assassins | |
They fell hard on instant replay | |
And I' m never going there Well the place I see so much better | |
Cos it makes no sense to me | |
I saw the exits closing now | |
Burning mountains, burning paper | |
Burning all around and later | |
Moginie Garrett |
zuò cí : Garrett, Moginie | |
I' ve seen faces in the window | |
I' ve seen faces in the street | |
They walk and talk of nothing | |
I' ve known many restless summers | |
The sand dunes I imagine | |
A place without a postcard | |
Flower people were so beautiful | |
But straight and loud' s the way | |
Good luck the beatnik spirit | |
The talk of politicians | |
The sentences of cynics | |
Are the sentences of childhood | |
They' re all talking shit to me | |
Outtalked by the mass media | |
to pay the bills it lies | |
And the lies we eat for breakfast | |
Brave faces face the boardroom | |
the oak stained walls fall silent | |
They leave lined with defeat | |
And they got those tears in their eyes | |
Well it makes no sense to me | |
Why don' t they understand | |
We' re so ordinary too | |
I saw the exits closing now | |
Pain and passion' s my point of view | |
Well there' s nothing like the truth | |
I' ve seen men that have been marked out | |
Ruled out by grim assassins | |
They fell hard on instant replay | |
And I' m never going there Well the place I see so much better | |
Cos it makes no sense to me | |
I saw the exits closing now | |
Burning mountains, burning paper | |
Burning all around and later | |
Moginie Garrett |