Trash Talk

Here’s a homegrown Powell River song written by someone (other than me) who is passionate about keeping our town healthy and beautiful.  Please circulate and sing whenever possible:

TRASH TALK

(Sing it to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies theme)

Let me tell y’all a story ’bout energy from waste
‘bout many sad communities sucked in by too much haste
‘bout a gang of slick promoters and a con that bankrupts towns …
destroying health, reducing wealth, and driving realty down.
Price, that is … buyer beware … toxins

Trash arrives in stinking barge loads piled higher up than high
Scows all along the waterfront; just watch the rats go by
the Plant is always fired up, a’vaporizing trash
and smiling city fathers are anticipating cash.
Signed, y’know … contracts … WAY too hopeful

There are two tragic flaws, y’see, besides the sight and smell.
That vapor rising from the Plant, it’s hotter now than hell
But in the stack it’s cooling back producin’ toxic stooooo …
Life starts dying from dioxins, furans, heavy metals too.
Us, that is, … plants and ocean, … SEAFOOD Sales!

Those cities signed up to get hold of all trash required
But soon they couldn’t find enough cause folks are so inspired
With Reduce, Reuse, Recycle which is what we do today
Now those cities have to pay and pay and pay and pay and pay.
That’s law, y’know … contracts … payin’ taxes for litigation

It’s difficult to think that such a thing could happen here
Now Three Rs are the high road and we know we’ve got that clear
But, strapped for cash, trash-talk can sound like music to us all …
So combat those con-man pitches by contacting City Hall
604, folks … 485 6291 … ask for Dave

Y’all sing out now, y’hear?

Anon
Please circulate.