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The planet is still dying, incidentally. Very rapidly, in the scheme of things.
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Peak #205
Peak in subgenre #18
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David Rovics
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David Rovics 2004 All Rights Reserved
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May 19, 2005
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The planet is still dying, incidentally. Very rapidly, in the scheme of things.
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Here At the End of the World David Rovics Standing here on a highway Turned into a lake Born on this planet That I didn’t make The ice caps are melting You can measure the rise Of the poisoned oceans Hear all the lies Of the political pundits And corporate crooks Their accountants and scientists Cooking the books With hardly an inkling Of what it’s about Wedded to profit In flood and in drought I’m talking to you From here at the end of the world Standing here on the bayou Amidst mountains of soil Washed off from the farmland And covered in oil One ton every acre Lost every year And along with the pesticides It ends up right here Millions of miles Of chemical wheat Challenging all To try to compete And lay waste to your country Like we’ve done to ours Let them eat coffee Sugar, coca and flowers I’m talking to you From here at the end of the world And here in the city Shrouded in smoke Ten million people This morning awoke To a future of cancer Industrial disease So let’s build some more suburbs And buy SUV’s Let’s cut down the mountains And burn all the coal And put all the money In a humungous bowl They’ll call it progress And they’ll blame it on you To end life as we know it To enrich the few I’m talking to you From here at the end of the world Yes I speak to you now From an occupied place You might call it your home Or a terrorist base They’ll send your sons and your daughters To make sure that it’s theirs While they sit in their mansions On their plush leather chairs And everyone’s waiting For us to decide From dust we were born And in dust we reside Will we realize the commons Is to shepherd and share Here in this war zone Called land, water and air Yes I’m talking to you From here at the end of the world Created November, 2003 Copyright David Rovics 2003, all rights reserved
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