Bells And Horns In The Back Of Beyond
Midnight Oil Lyrics


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The Southern Aurora was late again
As I waited at central to take you home
Winking spinning sparkling lights on our flat earth
You talk about the old groundling ways
Where the suburbs summer pulse and play in wrinkled sand and
never never never neverland
I get home I see them drive down
I look out and see those lines and lines and lines of swell and
smiles
Coolangatta, what's the matter?
Paradise, it's a surfer's world and flashing lights and real
estate
With one last wave
Ahhh, get up and run
'Cause there's a beach lies quiet near the open sea
And a carpark lay streched where the bindis used to be




When will I be yours
When will I be mine

Overall Meaning

The song "Bells and Horns in the Back of Beyond" by Midnight Oil is a song filled with longing and nostalgia for the beauty and simplicity of the past. The song begins with the singer waiting for the Southern Aurora, most likely a train, which is late again. He is waiting at Central station to take someone, possibly a loved one, home. As he waits, he notices the sparkling lights that adorn the flat earth of the suburbs. He talks about how things used to be, how the suburbs would pulse and play with life during the summer, and yet they seemed to be stuck in a never-never land, unable to move forward.


The singer then goes home and sees people driving down the street, lines and lines of swell and smiles, heading towards the cool paradise of Coolangatta, a surfer's world filled with flashing lights and real estate. He ends up on a quiet beach near the open sea, where a carpark now lies where once the bindis used to be. The song ends with a question, "When will I be yours? When will I be mine?"


The lyrics of the song are filled with sadness and longing for a simpler time when life was less complicated. The singer is searching for something that he can't quite find, a sense of belonging, a place that feels like home.


Line by Line Meaning

The Southern Aurora was late again
The train called Southern Aurora is usually late and delayed.


As I waited at central to take you home
While waiting in central station, the person is planning to take someone home.


Winking spinning sparkling lights on our flat earth
The view from the station includes a lot of bright and flickering city lights.


You talk about the old groundling ways
The other person speaks of traditional ways of living.


Where the suburbs summer pulse and play in wrinkled sand and never never never neverland
These old ways involve having fun on the beach with wrinkled sand and no worries.


I get home I see them drive down
After getting home, the person sees lots of cars driving by.


I look out and see those lines and lines and lines of swell and smiles
Looking at the cars passing by, the person sees lots of happy people enjoying life.


Coolangatta, what's the matter?
The artist is asking what's wrong with Coolangatta, a beachside suburb.


Paradise, it's a surfer's world and flashing lights and real estate
Coolangatta is seen as a paradise where surfers and rich people coexist.


With one last wave
Saying goodbye with a final wave.


Ahhh, get up and run
Feeling the urge to get up and start running.


'Cause there's a beach lies quiet near the open sea
A serene beach lies not far from here, right by the open sea.


And a carpark lay stretched where the bindis used to be
A parking lot now covers an area that used to have bindis, prickly weeds.


When will I be yours
Asking when the other person will be theirs.


When will I be mine
Asking when they will have or own the other person.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JAMES MOGINIE, MARTIN ROTSEY, PETER GARRETT, PETER GIFFORD, ROBERT HIRST

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