The Oils, as they are known to their fans, began as a progressive rock band called Farm in the early 1970s, then under the Midnight Oilname developed a reputation as an impressive and hard-working live act associated with the surfing community of Sydney. They became one of Australia's most respected bands, known for their live performances, and also for their activism and support for community groups and causes. Midnight Oil's first two albums Midnight Oiland Head Injurieswere originally released on an independent label, followed by the EP Bird Noisesin 1980. Their third album, Place Without a Postcard, was recorded in Great Britain with the respected producer Glyn Johns( Led Zeppelin, The Who) on the back of a brief tour of the UK. Their fourth album, 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, marked both the Oil's major Australian breakthrough and the beginning of their successful association with producer Nick Launay.
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Midnight Oil
Here comes the mechanical sun
working on the bones in the dry old creek bed
mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead
the emerald silo is rusting from the inside.
You want to run like the wind you'll never come here again
you want a world you can save so c'mon you poets and slaves.
Circus olympia pulls into town
the dwarf and the fat man head out for beer
there is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse
tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries.
You want to go down in flames you're gonna crash like the waves
you can't remember your name so come on you poets and slaves.
We got everything we need sugar and beef
we got some good ideas
we got the steering wheels and rolling stock too
clouds came down low on the corn
meat ants are gathering like storms
somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries.
You gotta you gotta you gotta
c'mon you poets and slaves.
You got to arrest the decay you're sinking down in the bay
you can't remember your name c'mon you poets and slaves.
You've got to count what you've made
you're gonna pass like the days
stop time and head for the stage.
And c'mon you poets and slaves
c'mon you poets and slaves.