Beds are burning



Burning the midnight oil



How does the song go?

How do we sleep while our beds are burning?

The answer’s obvious

We can’t

There’s no sleep until the fire’s out

No rest until the dance is done

When the fever takes hold

When the combustion spontates

There’s only raw, blistered imperative

We rake the coals

Pump the bellows

Hold on tight to one another

And fire-walk through the inferno

Of the night.











2 thoughts on “Beds are burning

    1. To be honest, I only used it because of the titlE and because I quoted it in the poem. Midnight Oil were never a big band in my pantheon.
      And Peter Garrett sold out and became a politician with one of the big two (corrupt left rather than the corrupt right). Still, not a bad song really.


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