Pamme Swan: Swan Songs

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Fight the NYRI

Our Sweet Hovels


A monstrosity is trying to come
Like a plague through these hills
Stomping up to our window panes
A humming is gonna spill
It’ll radiate our souls you see
And make us wish we were blind
It’ll send wild things to their holes
And make our freedom hard to find


Chorus
Please could we come together
The situations not so mere
Please for the sake of our countryside
And for all that we hold dear
Our small towns are in trouble
With this monster in our skies
Looming over our sweet hovels
And darkening our eyes

Oh you who choose the city life
And live so competitively
Could you just slow down a little bit
And take some pity on me
I speak for those who walk the country roads
And still go to the county fairs
For the fact is time ticks slower here
And we aren’t going no-where

Chorus

My grandfather dug potatos
My grandmother she picked pears
My mother jars everything she can
And eats it with out a scare
And the meek shall inherit the earth
Spread my ashes when I die
I’d rather see children pick wild flowers…
Instead of climbing power lines