Tornado Alley (PROG)

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I'm sick to death of Israel hiding its crimes behind me. They can fuck off and die. They don't speak for Jews. They speak for themselves.

They are a fucking disgrace to humanity and to Jews the world over. It's not anti-Semitic to say so.

What the USA did to the native population was a disgrace and can't be undone. But I'll make a couple of points about that.

We can say out loud that it was genocide. It was a disgrace and a crime against humanity. That's simply the truth. I don't hate my country. I can love my country and state the truth. And we can do better.

And if a family from the Pine Ridge or Four Corners reservation wants to move in next door to me they can do that. And they can vote in our local, state and federal elections. And the occupied Palestinians have no such rights. Even the Palestinian "citizens" of Israel live under apartheid, though it's less severe then in the occupied territories. (or is it anti-Semitic to say "occupied territories")



Warsaw Ghetto Wall; Photob from Wikipedia

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Beds Are Burning

Midnight Oil


Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty five degrees

The time has come
To say fair's fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share

The time has come
A fact's a fact
It belongs to them
Let's give it back

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

The time has come
To say fair's fair
To pay the rent
Now to pay our share

Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore East to Yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes
In forty five degrees

The time has come
To say fair's fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share

The time has come
A fact's a fact
It belongs to them
Let's give it back

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

The time has come
To say fair's fair
To pay the rent now
To pay our share

The time has come
A fact's a fact
It belongs to them
We're gonna give it back

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: James Moginie / Robert Hirst / Martin Rotsey / Peter Gifford / Peter Garrett