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Forgotten Years - Midnight Oil

Tue May 25 14:23:00 UTC+1000 2004

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I came here to blog about something else that was on my mind.

But this song just made me cry.

I think I'm out of sorts today.

I was going to comment on how history has been diluted in education. When I went through school I learned very little about Australian history, although I was told that there are women and aboriginals (I mean The Aboriginal People) in this country.

We have forgotten.

I don't even know what you're talking about Mr Garratt.

John.

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Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son
Hearts have been hard, 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
Now contracts are torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears
Seasons of war and grief, 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 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

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


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