(from LML out-takes)
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larry michael lee

Story

Written in 1998 and recorded at Studio on Demand

Lyrics

 

Old fallen trees, hear the deep jungle screams

Wailing cut me, burn me, split me, rip me

Down to the mills leavin’ holes on the hills 

Cryin’ scar me, wound me, take me, rape me

 

     Once that their gone and no place is left virgin

     What befalls our Mother Earth

     Each passing day it becomes that more urgent

     We need help on Mother Earth

 

Out on the sea floats the muck and debris

You can see it, smell it, snag it, gag it

Up from below on a hook or in tow

Come the bounty, booty, DDT’s in sushi

 

     Once nothings pure and no place remains virgin

     What befalls our Mother Earth

     Each passing day it becomes that more urgent

     We need help on Mother Earth

 

     Look at the signs that are laid out before us

     The changin’ face of Mother Earth

     All that’s extinct in the past should implore us

     When it comes to Mother Earth

     Know the price of what it’s worth

 

High in the clouds like a gathering shroud

Waits the sulfides, dioxides, monoxides worldwide

Mixed with the rain falls the cold mark of Cane

On the blood kin, old men, children, amen

 

     Once nothings pure and no place remains virgin

     What befalls our Mother Earth

     Each passing day it becomes that more urgent

     We need help on Mother Earth

 

     Look at the signs that are laid out before us

     The changing face of Mother Earth

     All that’s extinct in the past should implore us

     When it comes to Mother Earth

 

     We need help on Mother Earth

 

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