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-- Horatio Algeranon's rendition of "Starry Night" (by Don McLean)
Tarry, tarry pipe
Taints our water black and grey,
Leaks out on a summer day,
With tars that show their darkness in the soil.
Shadows on the hills,
Soils the trees and the daffodils,
Foils the bees with the oil spills,
In blackness on the slowly dying land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you rallied for humanity,
How you tried to make us see.
We would not listen, we did not know how.
Perhaps we'll listen now.
Tarry, tarry pipe.
Flaming towers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds and smoggy haze,
Collect in former skies of China blue.
Climate changing too, farmers' fields of wilted grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are roiled beneath the pipeline's tarry sands.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you rallied for humanity,
How you tried to make us see.
We would not listen, we did not know how.
Perhaps we'll listen now.
For we did not trust you,
But still your claims were true.
And when no dope was left to hype
Up that tarry, tarry pipe,
It took our life, as poisons often do.
But you could have told us Keystone,
That pipe was never meant for more
Than profits for a few
Tarry, tarry pipe
Praises sung in Congress halls,
Shameless Feds in Capital malls,
With lies that waste the world you can't forget.
From the shysters that you've met,
The oil men in Armani clothes,
The silver tongues of bloody Roves
Have oiled and poisoned all the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you rallied for humanity,
How you tried to make us see.
We would not listen, we're not listening still.
Perhaps we never will...
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