| Song | Brave Faces - Live |
| Artist | Midnight Oil |
| Album | Scream In Blue |
| 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) |
| 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 |