With a whistle `n a hum... we`re gonna go downa poem by Peter Cresswell we`re gonna be good, we`re gonna be good we`re gonna do what a good environmentalist should we`re gonna have wind turbines 361 feet high that`ll reach like Babel right up to the sky it will mess up the view and disappoint quite a few of the tourists and it will kill a few birds and it won`t be so still anymore for the locals living nearby we`re gonna have windmills up in the sky but when the wind is too high or the wind is too low they won`t make a single light bulb glow and they`ve never yet fuelled a single jet or saved a car from a tank of four star or forget what we lost, or what it will cost in subsidies and steel, just feel the good feeling of being a New Age New Labour born again alternative guy for real because hey anyway we gonna go down and we gonna go down knowing we have done right for forty odd miles you will see the sight that proves we made the sacrifice, paid the right price all we ask Mr God is that you be nice and let us keep our cars and electric guitars because we have been so good please don`t let the ice melt, the gulf stream turn off we`ve spat in the wind, isn`t that enough? and we can party, as we`re going down hear the turbines hum, as we`re going fullabrook down hear the turbines hum, as we`re going down |
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