thom yorke stormed the cop 15 joke. he decried the sham of climate gambles. but a few months before bp oil rained death into our hearts
this is chernobyl
hiroshima
auschwitz
climate refugees, climate genocides, starvations, pogroms, beatings.
when thom sings of the present tense, i feel him saying take now the power, take love and make actions of it. stop eating meat and guzzling murderous oil.
my body is a cage of plastic hungers. i am cyborg. i am in love with cyborgs.
deathmachine killers, destroying the earth like one giant locust swarm.
thom is a cricket in the cacophany.
i am a ghost of a vale, a shadow beneath a rock in the countryside, i am jain.
i will have no more of your world but lay down to die beside the equatorial desertification.
fish me out of the oil, choking on petrol, i cried for eighty-so days.
there is nothing i can do for the earth.
it is dead and dying already.
but for those people still eating meat and driving hummers
burying the earth in styrofoam
spilling oil into the mouths of innocent fish
especially here in los angeles
here is a song for you:
pluto plays music to heal the earth. pluto is nick maybury's sound project. this song is a march of triumph across the oil-blackened beaches, the triumph of love, inclusive to animals and earth.
terra pasternak's soulful vocals, grant fitzgerald, sergio, jamie douglas, nick rosen
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