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• Artiste: Peter Garrett
• Titre: Innocence Parts 1 & 2
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Innocence is my friend, she rarely lets me down When the weights come on she's got the woes of the world at bay Empire builders - crowding out the skyline Short sellers - talking up the end times Tech bankers - feeding on the deep river of our dna Now anybody else in the world might tell you Anybody else in the world might say Anybody else in the world might tell you, its too late Hey hey hеy Rich listers - cheat death in thе deep freeze Tongue twisters - smashing out the birds and bees High flyers - pay big bucks to get a selfie from outer space There's always someone with a new toy Someone selling fake joy Tax dodgers smash the rough sleepers on their way In case you're wondering we need a new solution, a moral transformation, a peaceful resolution And if you're wondering if ecocide is normal, only if your appetite persuades your rational mind And if you're wondering this is not a movie, we're not in the chorus line we're just pretending we're divine Now anybody else in theworld might tell you, its too late But it's never too late, not too late, never too late From the wattle yellow hemisphere Learned in the law am I where wilful negligence is punished and foreknowledge of consequence an unambiguous signpost to guilt - no excuses So I imagine a court of climate criminals crowded with PMs, sheiks & presidents Woodside corporate titans, all well groomed, best jargon. Delivering profits from frying the planet, and roasting us alive, puncturing the thin blue protection line And here they come: the enablers, the acolytes, the political laggards, the allegiance shifting, grifting, still grinning journos in the cheer squad bringing up the rear. All guilty as charged of the cruelest hoax of now. Whereupon the people, sorely relying on God's grace - that's the bank of nature actually - are crucified on the altar of financial theocracy Ha! They say we can have it all, but let's face it the only constant is inequality and the sober fact that infinite growth lust collides with sustainability and reality. Here we go Looking out across the promenade at Manly: The lycra chants of split level personalities screaming down from the stainless edifices above Fairy Bower on a once bushy slope can't quite drown out the lullaby sounds of oars in the water slapping, as the Manly boat crew, volunteers all ... big surf, no fear Weary of heart and mind, not I. It's the innocents fate, I'm willing to oblige. And repeat again and again, it's never too late