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出演艺人
Peter Garrett
Peter Garrett
演唱
Martin Rotsey
Martin Rotsey
吉他
Heather Shannon
Heather Shannon
键盘
Evan Mannell
Evan Mannell
Rowan Lane
Rowan Lane
贝司
May Garrett
May Garrett
伴唱
Grace Garrett
Grace Garrett
伴唱
Tony Buchen
Tony Buchen
合成器
Freya Schack-Arnott
Freya Schack-Arnott
大提琴
Ollie Thorpe
Ollie Thorpe
踏板钢丝弦吉他
作曲和作词
Peter Garrett
Peter Garrett
作曲
Martin Rotsey
Martin Rotsey
作曲
制作和工程
Peter Garrett
Peter Garrett
制作人
Martin Rotsey
Martin Rotsey
助理工程师
Tony Buchen
Tony Buchen
制作人
Caleb Hill
Caleb Hill
助理工程师
Steve Smart
Steve Smart
母带工程师

歌詞

I can hear the crowd roaring From the Paddington end Blowing up from the hills now On a warm west wind There was a blood moon in a pinkish sky Once in a lifetime, wake in fright Punters had voted through nine to five Made a (warning) Shane Warne bet on the meaning of life Soon to be camping at the water's edge Back where it all began, crawling out slimy Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Across the mountain, the weathermen prayed Their private universe melting away Led by the ignorant, a habit of life Father, son, mother, daughter wake in fright Gaia Mother, why can't they hear you, see you? Love you, leave you, revere you? Philosopher Father, they sent in the clowns The malls, the churches, prices are down There are limits to growth, but no limits to envy Big-bigger bust in the land of Pretend Plenty, Pretend Plenty Lights come on, the swans blaze away Seagulls and leather between the white uprights Jaw-dropping muscles and quick feet and hands The ump comes down to address the stands He says, "We're normally patching up bodies here, boys (and girls) But now, we're burying dreams" Some saying it's the end of history Some thinking it's a brand-new scene You can feed on wishful thinking for only so long Winning streaks end the same way and they sing the same song 'Til the high tide turns on the blood moon night Judgement Day, you're gonna wake in fright Judgement Day, you're gonna wake in fright Mother, Mother, why can't they hear you, see you? Fear and love ya, revere you? Philosopher Father, they sent in the clowns The malls, the churches, everybody's down There are limits to growth, but no limits to envy Big-bigger bust in the land of Pretend Plenty, Pretend Plenty There's no way through Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Gaia Mother, why can't they hear you, see you? Love you, feel you, revere you? Philosopher Father, they sent in the clowns In the malls and the churches, everybody's down There are limits to growth, but no limits to envy Big-bigger bust in the land of Pretend Plenty Pretending plenty
Writer(s): Peter Garrett, Martin Rotsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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