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http://www.deadheart.org.uk/media/lyrics/l7.htm#4">Forgotten Years
By 'Midnight Oil'
Midnight Oil - Forgotten years (1986) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTfsftGkjek
Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long Our sons will never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns These are the years between These are the years that were hard fought and won Contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears Seasons of war and peace, these should not be forgotten years Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics How many dreams remain? This is a feeling too strong to contain
The hardest years, the darkest years, the roarin' years, the fallen years These should not be forgotten years The hardest years, the wildest years, the desperate and divided years We will remember, these should not be forgotten years
Our shoreline was never invaded, our country was never in flames This is the calm we breathe, this is a feeling too strong to contain Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics Signatures stained with tears, who can remember We've got to remember
The hardest... Forsaking aching breaking years, the time and tested heartbreak years These should not be forgotten years The blinded years, the binded years, the desperate and divided years These should not be forgotten years, remember
(Hirst/Moginie)
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'Bedlam Bridge'
By 'Midnight Oil'
In this city with no footpath there's a building with no people There is crime and gun decisions There's a street of heat and hawkers, there's a house of hope drifters There's a gang that shoots then listens There's a place that knows no poverty, a town without pollution There's a soul with good intentions There are canyons full of movie stars, churches made of metal There are mountains made of muscle We have leaders who are anxious, we have captains not courageous Captains tumbling into madness But there's a main who makes no enemies, a body never breathless No ambition ever hopeless
Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven Oh, up on bedlam bridge, waiting
In these locked and shackled neighborhoods, bridge and tunnel diplomats See the golden ghetto's creeper Crazy flags from history, songs for the White House gangsters Guns for hell gate railway sleepers But there's a main who makes no enemies, a body never breathless No ambition ever hopeless So how stands the city on this winters night? The city on the hill or so they said The snow is falling down around the armory The city's closing in around my head
Up on bedlam bridge...
Drive, won't you drive the engines harder, drive Drive, won't you turn the engines over, drive
(Hirst)
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