(Yay, though I walk through this Valdez of debt, I will spill no crude oil………….)

Consider the truths of the lyrical content, 40 years ago (and, YET still the Pig Man has the floor, the house, the speaker, and more than 50% of the people, and the moss on the stones that stopped rolling, and all the stuff…crawls out from under)

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Breathe in breathe out Make for the meadow and savour the grass while it lasts By and by Spidery fingers of industry reach for the sky Brick upon brick, stone upon stone they grow Choking the atmosphere, oh, so incredibly slowly Sulphur and carbon and hydrogen sulphide and lime Fever, corrosion, and cover your cities with grime Something is killing the land before your eyes And the sunshine Is not to blame Could be the insane, inhumane games we play Day by day Riddle and fool Mushrooming home in a crowd, I'm alone Close your eyes, lie still You are a mountain stream and I am a hill Far, far away There is a field of blossom and bees and new mown hay Breathe in breathe out Breathe in the air Breathe in breathe out Breathe in the air

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