Credits

Phil Monsour vocals acoustic and electric guitars, harmonica, and durbke – Jon Lloyd drums Lachlan Hurse bass – Graham Jackson lead electric and acoustic guitar vocals – Simon Monsour keyboards vocals and guitar bass – Bryan Pearson piano and keyboards – Lorne Gerlach keyboards – Mirjam Stevens and Aleea Monsour vocals

Recorded and produced by Simon Monsour and Phil Monsour

Words below

One step
You can take a chance /Leave it all behind /You can tell the judge /You’re giving up your life of crime/You can start again Maybe change your name /You can tell yourself /It’s different it’s never going to be the same
One step out walking two steps out running /Three steps out chasing four steps out and you’re lost again
You can slam the door and throw away the key/Put the candle out and blame it on the wind
One step out walking two steps out running /Three steps out chasing four steps out and you’re lost again
Close your eyes turn away your ears /Talk only of yourself ignore your fears Hide away form the light deep under ground /Whisper in the shadows turn requests for help down Work hard for the man pay your bills /Think only of the future as what you leave in your will Measure your success by what you can buy /All the things you own and don’t really need Well it all must be good if you’re doing ok /Never see the real cost only the price that you pay
One step out walking two steps out running /Three steps out chasing four steps out and you’re lost again One step two step three steps out and you’re running /One step two step three steps out and you’re running One step out running one step out running /One step out running one step out running One step two steps three steps out running/One step two steps three steps out running

The empire’s new clothes
Trading shares in an endless war /Kids with guns don’t know what they are fighting for /The fools are fooled again /I think I’m losing my sense /I know what I believe this is something else
Twenty miles short of Babylon’s gates /Smoke and flames and the TV shakes /It’s happening again against the will of ordinary people who say thou shalt not kill
I can’t see the empire’s new clothes /I can’t see the empire’s new clothes
Bright coloured flags draped over body bags /Thousands more unpeople graves
I can’t see the empire’s new clothes /I can’t see the empire’s new clothes
Five long years hiding behind concrete walls /Swimming in the dictator’s swimming pools Outside the children play in a burnt out shell /Of an Abrams tank with American letters /Who does count and who is free /For the shiny black slime to lubricate a war machine /I hope they’re satisfied with the mess they’ve made
I can’t see the empire’s new clothes /I can’t see the empire’s new clothes /I can’t see the empire’s new clothes /I can’t see the empire’s new clothes /The empire’s not wearing any new clothes /The empire’s not wearing any new clothes

What tomorrow will bring
Now the guns have stopped and the fighting is over /We crawl out of our shelter and face another day /Sometimes we bury our dead or bandage our wounds /We look to the sky and wonder when this is all going to end
How can we go on when we don’t know /What tomorrow will bring
My father tells a story he says he can remember /As a little boy of six when we were driven from our home /He clung to his grandmother’s dress as they loaded them onto the trucks /And drove them to the border of a land we still call home
How can we go on when we don’t know What tomorrow will bring
Will it bring hope freedom peace or justice /Will it bring hope freedom peace or justice
We left one place and it is like war it just follows us /And the distance between us and home grows longer every day /My sister she is young and soon she will marry /She says, “How can I raise a family when I don’t know what tomorrow will bring?”
Will it bring hope freedom peace or justice /Will it bring hope freedom peace or justice /Will it bring hope freedom peace or justice /Will it bring hope freedom peace or justice /What tomorrow will bring /What tomorrow will bring /What tomorrow will bring /What tomorrow will bring/ Will it bring hope freedom peace or justice /Will it bring hope freedom peace or justice

Lies and silence
On this sad morning there are no words to speak /The sun itself is weeping for the broken bodies in the rubble /In the soft light of the moon the war machine it roared /Over the quiet breathing restless dreams of sleeping children
All we hear are the lies and silence /All we hear are the lies and indifference
The war machine it rumbles /Over the lives of countless millions /Whose lives are just the dust /Blowing over the ruins
All we hear are the lies and silence /All we hear are the lies and indifference
The serpent tongues are speaking /Words that have no meaning /Except to bounce back off the cameras /In front of which they’re standing
On this sad morning there is no justice in the dawn /So many years of dying where does hope get born /Not over the broken and bloodied bodies of sleeping children /Or the fork tongued lies of the criminals and their defenders
All we hear are the lies and silence /All we hear are the lies and silence /All we hear are the lies and silence /All we hear are lies and silence /Lies and silence /Lies and silence

Sing your song
In these days and weeks that are to come /As hope rises from the shame /Now the killers have turned you can return home walk the streets of your ruined city /Let me walk in your shoes and with my hands help move the stones /Let me see with you eyes and with my tears wash away the sadness
On this day when we see hope rising on the day you will return home /Underneath the blood red sky of broken dreams and shattered lives /May my breath blow away the dust clear the skies cast out the shadows /May my strength help move the rubble and with each stone rebuild the bridges
Give me some of that load let me carry it with me /Give me a song to sing until all people are free /Let me help you tip the scales for everyone that was wronged /Give me a voice to sing and let me sing your song
Words were said they touched my soul gave me hope let me breathe again /I just hope that something comes of what you have fought for and believed in
Give me some of that load let me carry it with me /Give me a song to sing until all people are free /Let me help you tip the scales for everyone that was wronged /Give me a voice to sing and let me sing your song
I know it has been a long time coming I know the road is filled with pain and suffering
Give me some of that load let me carry it with me /Give me a song to sing until all people are free /Let me help you tip the scales for everyone that was wronged /Give me a voice to sing and let me sing your song

We will go home
We have lived in these places for many many years /But these places they will never be our home /For the hope that lives in all people lives in us still /One day we will go home
We will go home we will go home /One day we will go home
And we will rebuild our homes out of nothing out of the rubble /And our children will drink the water that made their grandparents strong and wise /Then the war will be over then our enemies will be our brothers
We will go home we will go home /One day we will go home
Those who have died will never be forgotten /And the blood spilt will not have been for nothing
We will go home we will go home one day we will go home /One fine day We will go home we will go home one day we will go home /One fine day We will go home we will go home one day we will go home /One fine day We will go home we will go home one day we will go home /One fine day We will go home we will go home one day we will go home /One fine day

Hoola Darweesh’s Homework
Give me my pencil my homework book /What will my teacher say /My homework’s not done
I want to play I want to be free /Now my world is black /And darkness has come
Mumma can you save me /Take my hand /Guide me through the darkness /To our promised land
Who guides god‘s hand /Who makes god act /The will of god /Or the hands of men
Now I want to die /They took away my eyes /Now my homework will never be done
My lesson today /My pencil in hand /The will of god /Or the hands of men
Give me my eyes so I can see /Give me my eyes so I can see /Give me my eyes so I can see

The Key
It is funny the things you remember that old and musty chair /The way the light shines through the doorway the sunlight on your mother’s hair
The view through that window it has changed that old olive tree is no longer there /And the people who live here now look at us with fear and pity and their children just sit and stare
This was our house and this is the key /This was our house and this is the key
The daughter returns with some lemon drinks an old book and a photograph /It is my grandfather in 1917 that proud and noble man stares up at me
What can bring you home /What can bring you home
I got that old key in my pocket not used in 50 years /But it’s shiny and it’s smooth because I’ve carried it with me on my exile all these years /I take that old key from my pocket and I leave it on the table by the door /I step out they close the door behind me into the streets of old Jerusalem
This was our house and this is the key /This was our house and this is the key /This was our house and this is the key /This was our house and this is the key T/his was our house and this is the key /This was our house and this is the key

My Spirit
You are my spirit /You are my heart /You are my eyes /You are my love
My spirit touches me /My spirit watches over me /My spirit is carried with the wind /My spirit rises from smouldering flames
You are my spirit /You are my heart /You are my eyes /You are my love
My heart burns with love /My heart flows with the water /My eyes peer through the blazing sun /My eyes cry the tears of love
Touch me call my name touch me call my name /Touch me call my name touch me call my name /Touch me call my name touch me call my name /Touch me call my name touch me call my name
You are my spirit /You are my heart /You are my eyes /You are my love

Virtual world
Hangin your head in collective guilt In this world full of collective punishment A new century dawns /Wired to hear the world breathing fast You‘ve got oil dripping down through your finger tips /You’re alone but you’re not alone
Lady Liberty made of plasticine /Coverin her eyes pretending she can’t be seen /All the words you hear them say are the opposite of what they really mean
Weeds are growing aging fast making every little bit of daylight last You’ve got a video phone Colour coordinated matching hair you got brands tattooed everywhere /And a new silicone soul
Sometimes I don’t know what to believe /There are so many great things promised to me /All the things that you can buy so little of which you really need
Monkey man talking to me about god and guns and setting me free willing or unwilling /Escaping for a while to a virtual world making designer babies with a virtual girl virtually free
Trying to send myself through the wire so they can digitally reconstruct me /Digital redesign for making friends you’re never going to meet
Lady Liberty made of plasticine She’s covering her eyes pretending she can’t be seen /All the words you hear them say Are the opposite of what they really mean /All the words you hear them say Are the opposite of what they really mean /All the words you hear them say Are the opposite of what they really mean

Fresh blood on the wattle
Summer time heat and sun /Temperatures rising Blood on the boil /They’re stoking the flames it’ll be how long /Before there is
Fresh blood on the wattle /Fresh blood on the wattle /Fresh blood on the wattle
Shock jockey poison on the air waves /Politicians a sanatised version of the mob /Manufacturing demons and deeds /But for how long /Before there’s
Ignorance fills the empty heads /Of the puppets of prejudice and poison /No knowledge of the sorry history of the sand /They stake their claim on
How long how long how long how long how long how long
The past sits up and slaps you in the face /A new generation a new disgrace /And fear makes someone their fortune /Lynching mob without the rope /Hanging tree its shadow grows /The only thing missing was a gun /But for how long but for how long But for how long before there is
Fresh blood on the wattle /Fresh blood on the wattle /Fresh blood on the wattle

Shadows and dust
You never want to know the others /Never want to feel their pain /You never look back at those last in the line Or into the eyes of those you betray
I just see people running /You just see shadows and dust I just see eyes with hope in and Shame is the flag you wave in their face
You never want to walk in the shoes of another /You always need someone to blame /You are never touched by anyone other than yourself /Unless they are almost the same
I just see people running /You just see shadows and dust /I just see eyes with hope in and Shame is the flag you wave in their face
You say you do what you do to protect who we are You don’t consider what we have become /When you close the door in the face of another /You’re only locking yourself in
I just see people running you just see shadows and dust I just see people running you just see shadows and dust /I just see people running you just see shadows and dust /And shame is the flag you wave in their face

A long way
Over the ruins the setting sun /Through the holes in the wall the beams of light /Silhouetted in the sky silent weapons stand /As the day turns to night
And it’s a long way on the face of it /For peace to come
The water flows from a broken pipe In the silence sets the dust /A small child crouches on the road /Doing what we all must
And it’s a long way on the face of it /For peace to come
This city is almost ancient /Look at its heart see the scars and the blood /If you sit and you listen /You can hear some people praying
It’s a long way on the face of it /It’s a long way on the face of it /It’s a long way on the face of it /For peace to come /It’s such a long way for peace to come /It’s such a long way for peace to come /It’s such a long way /For peace to come