Poets & Slaves
Midnight Oil Lyrics


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Here comes the mechanical sun
Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed
Mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead
The emerald silo is rusting from the inside.

You want to run like the wind you'll never come here again
You want a world you can save so c'mon you poets and slaves.
Circus olympia pulls into town
The dwarf and the fat man head out for beer
There is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse
Tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries.

You want to go down in flames you're gonna crash like the waves
You can't remember your name so come on you poets and slaves.

We got everything we need sugar and beef
We got some good ideas
We got the steering wheels and rolling stock too
Clouds came down low on the corn
Meat ants are gathering like storms
Somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries.

You gotta you gotta you gotta
C'mon you poets and slaves.

You got to arrest the decay you're sinking down in the bay
You can't remember your name c'mon you poets and slaves.

You've got to count what you've made
You're gonna pass like the days
Stop time and head for the stage.





And c'mon you poets and slaves
C'mon you poets and slaves.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Midnight Oil's "Poets and Slaves" capture a desolate, post-industrial landscape that is inhospitable, yet at the same time filled with a strange kind of beauty. The mechanical sun works away, relentless in its toil, as if trying to tame a landscape that refuses to be tamed. The rusting emerald silo can be interpreted as a symbol of the decay that has set in - both physically and metaphorically - as the mechanical world takes over the natural environment. The circus that rolls into town brings with it a sense of excitement and wonder, yet there is a sadness to the proceedings as well, as we realize that the performers are trapped in a cycle of endless performances, unable to break free.


The refrain of "Poets and Slaves" invites listeners to join in - both poets and slaves - as though acknowledging that we are all caught up in this strange world that we have created. The song hints at a sense of unease, a feeling that we are sinking deeper into this mechanized, dehumanized world, and that we need some kind of voice to break the spell.


Line by Line Meaning

Here comes the mechanical sun
The day has begun with machines taking over the natural world.


Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed
Machines are disrupting the environment and destroying the natural beauty of the world.


Mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead
Nature is distressed and dying due to human interference.


The emerald silo is rusting from the inside.
Even man-made structures are corroding and decaying from within.


You want to run like the wind you'll never come here again
The world is changing for the worse and those who want to escape to a better place won't find it here.


You want a world you can save so c'mon you poets and slaves.
It's up to the artists and workers to create a better world and fight against the destruction of nature.


Circus olympia pulls into town
Even entertainment is a disruption to the natural world.


The dwarf and the fat man head out for beer
People prioritize drinking and entertainment over caring for the environment.


There is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse
The world is losing its natural beauty, and there is no longer an opportunity for people to stand out.


Tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries.
The future looks bleak and there is little hope for improvement.


You want to go down in flames you're gonna crash like the waves
Those who ignore the warning signs and continue to destroy the environment are going to suffer the consequences.


You can't remember your name so come on you poets and slaves.
People have become disconnected from the natural world and need to re-connect and create positive change.


We got everything we need sugar and beef
Society values material wealth and consumption over the environment.


We got some good ideas
There are ways to make the world a better place, but they are not being implemented.


We got the steering wheels and rolling stock too
The desire for progress and technological advancement has taken priority over protecting nature.


Clouds came down low on the corn
Nature is still beautiful and powerful, but also fragile.


Meat ants are gathering like storms
Nature is changing and different species are adapting and surviving.


Somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries.
Even in the midst of destruction and chaos, nature still exists and cries out for help.


You gotta you gotta you gotta
There is urgency in the need to fight against environmental destruction.


C'mon you poets and slaves.
It's up to the artists and workers to create a better world and prevent the total destruction of nature.


You got to arrest the decay you're sinking down in the bay
It's necessary to stop the destruction of the environment or else we will be engulfed in the consequences.


You can't remember your name c'mon you poets and slaves.
Disconnected from nature, we are losing touch with our true identity.


You've got to count what you've made
We need to assess our impact on the environment and take responsibility for our actions.


You're gonna pass like the days
Humans and their creations are temporary, while nature is a constant force.


Stop time and head for the stage.
It's up to us to put on a show of positive change and work towards creating a sustainable future.


And c'mon you poets and slaves
Artists and workers must collaborate to create real change.


C'mon you poets and slaves.
It's up to us to make a difference and save our dying world.




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