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Silent Spring, The

Writer(s): E. Yip Harburg / Harold Arlen

They ravaged the land, and polluted the seas,
They burned all the forests. or cut down the trees,
They damned up the rivers, and paved all the shores,
Built parking lots and discount stores,
Then they started to die, but not fast enough,
So, they shot at each other with bullets and stuff.
Chalk it all up to human greed, as seen on your TV.
So much cruelty and madness in these days of despair
That’s not the way that I am, no, that’s not the way that I am
As the earth gets sicker and sicker, a soldier aims and pulls the trigger.
Angels cry and demons laugh, Another suicide bomb blood bath
Silent spring – no birds sing, angels cry – we all die
Mother earth wept as they tore off her dress.
Heart broken, humiliated in a state of distress,
They ripped out her hair and they scratched at her skin,
Drained her of her fluids, then committed their sin,
They gouged out her eyes and cauterized her womb
They sealed up her mouth and made her a tomb.
Now she lies still at the mercy of man
I whisper in her ear “that’s not the way that I am”
No that’s not the way that I am. No that’s not the way that i am
No that’s not the way that I am. No that’s not the way that

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