Lige nu, mens musikken spiller og vi lever i vores hverdag, er der COP26 i Glasgow. På lørdag er der klimamarch rundt om i Danmark. Uden for er der noget galt; det har der været længe.
Nede i Australien er Midnight Oil sammen igen og har et nyt nummer klar. Læs teksten herunder og se musikvideoen ovre på YouTube.
Every child put down your toys And come inside to sleep We have to look you in the eye and say we sold you cheap Let's confess we did not act With serious urgency So open up the floodgates To the rising seas Temperature rising Climate denying Fever is gripping Nobody's listening Lustre is fading Because nobody's trading Wall Street is jumping Still the music keeps pumping If you can't decide Between wrong and right If you can't see through All that you hold true Queen of the firmament Lord of all beneath Masters of the universe We're all refugees And in many countries they adore celebrities Open up the floodgates To the rising seas Dinosaur stories Reliving past glories Lusting for gold Fishing for souls They said it was coming We knew it was a-coming If you lift your game Put your toys away Well it looks like rain On that western plain Queen of the firmament Lord of all beneath Masters of the universe We're all refugees And in many countries they adore celebrities Open up the floodgates To the rising seas To the rising seas To the rising seas
Et vigtigt emne, absolut, men en tåkrummende ringe tekst, der sender tanker tilbage til det mest fodformede/politisk selvfrelste indenfor 70’ernes agitpop og ditto punk. Stating the obvious gør bare ingen forskel i 2021, og linjer som ‘and in many countries they adore celebrities…’ kunne være skrevet af en dvask 14-årig uden skyggen af Greta Thunbergs begavelse. Tydeligvis ikke Midnight Oil’s senge som brænder nu om dage, men derimod bandets sangskrivningstalent, der synes at gå helt op i røg her.