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Join Date: Jun 2015
Trishy Trish Collection
I wrote this to deliver as spoken word at an anti-fracking protest but I would really love to turn it into a song. Any tips or advice? I am neither a musician or a singer so any help at all would be great.....
I wish I could go back to twenty fifteen,
When the skies were still blue and the landscape was green,
Before the day when without a second thought
For a knock-down price, we auctioned off the lot.
The marketing was perfect. The PR worked a treat,
We believed that selling planet earth would help our children eat,
Our gas bills would be cheaper, we would all get proper work.
And the community windfal just another added perk.
The companies that bought it, they said it would be fine,
They only had the good, of the people on their mind.
They showed us slides and fancy pictures
Promised they’d only use harmless mixtures.
The government paid thousands to hired regulators,
But they spent it all on red tape and jumped up delegators
And the trucks came in, and the cranes and the tankers,
Paid for by junk bonds, from unscrupulous bankers
They had to clear a path to access the drill site,
so they cut down a few trees, a few would be al-right.
They displaced a few rabbits and a couple of Roe deer
But the animals moved, to other trees that grew quite near.
Then they flattened those trees too, laid down more new roads
With super strength concrete that would bear the heavy loads.
They laid down their frack pad, Put up a big fence
With razors round top for “the public's defence”
Then they started drilling. The first frack a huge success
And they told us it was going well, To put our minds at rest
They kept building and drilling, and pumping through the rock
And the gas poured out into their tanks like it would never stop.
LOOK they cried with satisfied glee,
This fracking is working, you can all clearly see
All of those people who stood in our way,
We have proven you wrong. Look,…. Its ok
And so for a year, more wells kept appearing
Until on the landscape ,that’s all we were seeing
But we got used to them if a little grudgingly
We believed that the profits would end our austerity
It may well have worked but we will never find out.
In twenty nineteen the first well blew out.
It was the one they had put right next to the school
And on that tragic day the building was full
So many people, lost their lives that day
The MD of the gas company cried, live on TV
We could all see for ourselves, that he was deeply sad
And it was blamed on human error, no investigation had
He assured us it couldn't happen again
And we took solace from that in our moment of pain
But then two days later, news started to spread
Another explosion, and ten men dead.
And from that point the world was changed
And it could never be the same again
One by one the wells started to fail
Some exploded, some leaked from the shale
Leaked fluid so toxic it poisoned the earth
And killed calves in the womb, before their birth.
The frack fluid spread across the landscape
Burning and poisoning all in its wake
It soaked down through the earth, gases rose in the air
We had to breathe it, no choice was there
Our water became a deadly poison
We had nothing to drink and nowhere to run
The deaths increased the sick got sicker
Toxins attacking our hearts and our liver
Mothers miscarried, babies born deformed
Just as the States and Australia had warned.
And now here I sit here, it is twenty thirty two
And thinking back on all the things I had wanted to do
I wanted kids, adventures, 6 months backpacking
But those dreams all died when they started fracking.
My organs are failing, the tumours have won
Dying. I look back on all that I’ve done
I think back to the year that I turned nineteen,
And I wish I could go back to twenty fifteen
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