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The artistic side of environmentalism |
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Rhyme
of the Angry Commuter
by
Riley
Geary |
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There
once was a motorist from LA Who
drove to work every day, Though
he didn't live far, He'd
travel by car, And
swear at all who got in his way. He
tried to stay calm and genteel, But
each time that he took to the wheel He'd
scream and he'd curse As
the traffic got worse Until
rage was all that he'd feel He
never stopped to ask why or to think That
we all might be close to the brink He
was truly a twit, For
he cared not a whit About
getting his life back in sync Then
one day from out of the blue, He
flashed on just what he should do-- He'd
give up his place in
this asinine race, And
adopt an alternative view. No
more would he just sit and stare While
his car kept on fouling the air At
this moment in time, With
an insight sublime, He
dared to assume his fare share. He
found a new use for his bike That
was kinder by far on his psych. On
his daily commute He
now wears a gym suit, And
can park wherever he'd like.
Though
his pace may not seem quite as fast And
his colleagues at first were aghast, He's
managed to cope And
inspire new hope, For
he seldom to work arrives last. To
those too blind yet to see, He
offers advice here for free: "Don't
be a knave Or
petroleum slave, You
still have a choice--follow me!"
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Travels by Aaron Tarfman |
 The
day was so warm my mouth felt like sand,
the day was so cold that frost touched my hand the people of the suburbs get their paper off the lawn while the wind through the trees sings a melancholy song the vista below me stretches down to the sea, while the pedals turn on, an unending cyclone below me The gulls do their dance, as they have throughout time while the waves roll on, in an unending rhyme
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Over Soon by Aaron Tarfman |
 When
is Daddy coming home?
I don't know baby, but I hope it's soon. Pulling gravel day and night, fix the road before it's light. No family dinner, or Christmas mass. Two trucks collided on the overpass. No matter that the city schools are poor, library's closed and trash on the shore. We need our roads 30 feet wide, to support the SUVs we drive. but we'll let our children worry about that. Aaron Tarfman (Note: The writings in this poem are taken from factual accounts)
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Riding the Wind by Aaron Tarfman |
Delirium Tremens quoted from a poignant song by Christie Moore |
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Oh gentle white gull
o'er distant field you ride the breath of G-d through a sea of blue with barely a ripple you shift to a lower wind hark, not a bird
atall,
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I work my legs I pump my thighs Take in the scenery passing me by The Kerry Mountains or the Wicklow Hills The antidote to my emotional ills A motion built upon human toil Nuclear free needs no oil But it makes me hot, makes me hard I never thought I could have come this far Through miles of mountains, valleys, streams This is the right stuff filling my dreams So come on, get up on your bike Ah go on, get up on your bike
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If Cars Were Banned by Heather Lev - Award winning origional acoustic musician |
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When you buy a car, do you realize Your money pays for things you probably despise Like oil spills covering Alaskan land Cash in a crooked politician's hand Children dead on desert sand So wouldn't it be nice if cars were banned? Chorus: Wouldn't it be nice if cars were banned Trees could grow upon the land No more smog up in the sky Let's make it happen by and by Wouldn't it be great if streets were quiet No car horns and engines to make a riot Think of all the time you spend in traffic jams Wouldn't it be great if they were banned? Think of all the tax money that you owe To pay for wild land to be covered up with road And for hospitals for people hit by cars Wouldn't it be great if they were barred? (chorus) Cars give us jobs, you may say And they're just the good old American way But GM doesn't care about American jobs, They send 'em where they're cheaper, the greedy slobs Imagine if kids could play without fear That drivers'll hit them while drinking beer And if you weren't stuck inside a metal cage Running people down with your road rage (chorus)
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Shell Oil doesn't seem to care If they poisoned the water or pollute the air But if you're in Nigeria and mention that They're going to execute you in no time flat* We're drilling Alaskan wilderness So gallons can be five cents less And the Saudi royals got rich quick And give money to terrorist lunatics (chorus) Greenhouse gasses fill the sky And 40 thousand people a year will be run over and die... None of these problems would be there If people had cars that they would share If buses trains and bikes were everywhere. This song could go on without any end Won't it be nice when cars are banned (c) Heather Lev, 2003 |
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What if Koolio Were a Pedestrian |
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actually a parody of Al Yankovic's 'Amish Paradise' As
you walk to the driveway where you’re storing your truck I run away from your bumper for fear that I’ll soon be struck.. But
that’s just perfect for the presidency You
see it’s financed with big dollars from the oil lobby
In
the morning and at night we’re stuck in our steel cage Despite
dozens of freeways we still get road rage An
we’ve been drivin an parkin so long that, Even
London’s mayor thinks our minds are gone. Were
separated from the land and I think it’s a shame That we cannot smell the flowers cause we’re stuck in this lane. But
we ain’t gonna say that we’re sorry to you We'll just defend our right to consume!
We’ve been spending most our lives Livin’
in an asphalt paradise The
Hummer sells at discount price Livin’
in an asphalt paradise There’s
no time for being nice Livin’
in an asphalt paradise I
must make it through this light Livin’
in an asphalt paradise A
giant Chevy passed me by while blowin his horn I
just didn’t know what I did to focus his scorn Sure
it was a stop sign that I blew right on through But
I waved as I passed, aint that good enough for you? I
gotta get my kids to school before 8 am If
I cut you off, I sure hope that you’ll understand My
kids are more important than your trivial life You
just have to see you have no rights
We’ve
been spending most our lives Livin’
in an asphalt paradise Walmart
steamrolls discount price Livin’
in an asphalt paradise There’s
no concern for 3rd world rights Livin’
in an asphalt paradise It’s
all ears for big C. Rice Livin’
in an asphalt paradise Makin’
monthly payments Go
an buy some gas Spending
time in traffic Makes
me feel like an *ss Now
I start to envy all those kids out riding bikes Cause
they look much sexier in tights There’s
never ending subsidies In
the ‘land of the free’ For
roadways, gas, and parking And
our poor must pay the fee We’ve
been spending most our lives Livin’
in an asphalt paradise We’re
blinded by our own headlights Livin’
in an asphalt paradise There’s
no room for kids on bikes Livin’
in an asphalt paradise Pretty soon we’ll get surprised, Livin’ in an asphalt paradise.
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Way - O Song Cycles - Lyrics by Greg Furlong |
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Way-o! Way-o! Freeway goes like a crow flies - straight Come traffic planners now, look at all the choices Take shank’s mare, wheelchair, three-speed bike A beautiful dream of town Nirvana Way-o! Way-o! |
