In a national broadcast exclusive, University of Utah student Tim DeChristopher explains how he “bought” 22,000 acres of land in an attempt to save the property from drilling. The sale had been strongly opposed by many environmental groups. Stephen Bloch of the Southern Utah Wilderness Alliance said, “This is the fire sale, the Bush administration’s last great gift to the oil and gas industry.”
As an act of protest, I don’t think you can have more of an impact than Mr. DeChristopher has done this past week, and without a single violent action. Sometimes working within the system has the greatest impact by showing that the system is broken.
Now, some environmental group needs to step-up and pay for the leases on the parcels that Mr. DeChristopher “bought” … for if the parcels are paid for, then no “crime” has been committed.
» by flahute in: Music on June 22nd, 2008 at 05:43:31 UTC |
NEW PORNOGRAPHERS - THE LAWS HAVE CHANGED
It was crime at the time
but the laws, we changed ‘em
Though the hero for hire’s
forever the same one
Introducing for the first time
Pharaoh on the microphone
sing all hail
what’ll be revealed today
when we peer into the great unknown
from the line to the throne?
Awakened to cheers after years on the fault line
we are shocked to be here
in the face of the meantime
Pharaoh, all your methods have taught me
is to separate my blood from bone
It will all fail
feeling what I feel today
when we peer into the great unknown
from the line to the throne
Form a line through here
Form a line to the throne
Alone in the chain
it remains to be seen how
How well you can play
when the pawn takes a queen now
It was crime at the time
but the laws have changed
Yeah
Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But I’m quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more,
But I’m so happy I can’t see the point.
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boy’s brigade and,
I’m so happy and you’re so kind
You want more money - of course I don’t mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society’s got -
I’m going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I’ve enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
[Me?] I’m too busy dodging between the flak
What you see is what you get
You’ve made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You’ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don’t get what this society wants
I’m going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[So] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
La la la la
La la la la
We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
I’m going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[So] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout
Going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play, and feet go pow pow pow!
Going underground, (going underground)
[So] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow …
Two songs, as relevant in 2008 as they were in 1992 (when the album came out), if not earlier, when I’d see 4 Non Blondes playing at the I-Beam in the Haight.
4 NON BLONDES - DEAR MR. PRESIDENT
I’m looking outside of my windows
The view that I see
Is a child and mama
And the child is begging for money
Tell me why, tell me why
The woman is blind is she so broke
The kid’s dealing crime
It’s such a beautiful city
But the world is burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It’s such a beautiful city
But the world is it burning down
I go to my room to turn on the T.V
I sit myself down
And I start laughing hard
‘Cause this man he’s asking for money
He sats “if you send me lots of cash I’ll send you
Stuff to make you rich fast”
It’s such a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It’s such a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
And it’s burning down
And it’s called the U.S of A.
One day I’m going to have lots of money
But I’ll have to give up
For this rich society
Oh please Mr. President will you lend me a future
‘Cause you’ll just get it back
From the little blind woman
With the kid on the corner
And the people all over, doin’ crack
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It’s such a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
And it’s burning down
And it’s called the U.S of A.
I’m walking outside on a sunny day
With no one around
And I wonder what’s wrong
The I hear this loud piercing siren
Oh my God, the bomb has just dropped
And everybody climbed right on top
Screaming, what a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It’s such a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
And it’s burning down
And it’s called the U.S of A.
4 NON BLONDES - WHAT’S UP
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes
When I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What’s in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What’s going on?
And I say hey, yeah, yeah, hey yeah, yeah
I said hey, what’s going on?
And I say hey, yeah, yeah, hey yeah, yeah
I said hey, what’s going on?
And I try, oh my God do I try
I try all the time, in this institution
And I pray, oh my God do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And so I cry sometimes
When I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What’s in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What’s going on?
And I say hey, yeah, yeah, hey yeah, yeah
I said hey, what’s going on?
And I say hey, yeah, yeah, hey yeah, yeah
I said hey, what’s going on?
And I say hey, yeah, yeah, hey yeah, yeah yeah yeah!
I said hey, what’s going on?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get that great big hill of hope
For a destination.
Do I look like a liar
Do I look like a liar to you
Fighting crime in this time brings a girl down
Makes a body sink so low
And I sink pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
I sink pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
I wish I carried a camera
I’d have proof that you’re never where you say
I wish I could fly up in a helicopter
I’d shine a blinding light on your escape
Better to show you
That I’ll sink pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
I’ll sink pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
Do I look like a crier
Do I look like a cry baby to you
Fighting fire in this town wears a man out
Makes a body break so slow
Remember when we all went out to fire island
You thought you saw a body on the beach
When we got closer it was just a tire
And you were disappointed I could see
So I pretended
And now I’m in pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
I’m in pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
Everything I ever learned is wrong so long so what
Pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
