"Profiteers"
Look up on the ledge,
there's a bomber diving on the golden street
Down below the crowd is falling,
bullets under feet
Don't tell me, don't tell me, hey don't tell me
We're under the beat of a brand-new marching order
Ears to be ground there's a party planned for the new recruits
Hurricane lamps are burning, teargas fills the route, yeah
(Hirst/Moginie/Rotsey)
How appropriate to open at the Fillmore with "Profiteers" and "Progress" reflecting on the war footing of the crazy world we live in... amazed to see the Oils famous 'whiteboard' that fuelled 5 weeks of rehearsals and hearing noms of these rare tracks included alongside whole albums nestled in various playlists. For mine it'd be great to hear the whole of 10,9,8... in Sydney's Domain as part of a 26 songs list and Diesel & Dust at HOPE Estate, alongside classics from Newcastle Workers days...
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