As the oil giants line up for more environmental waivers in the Gulf of
Death, I see that the taxpayers will need to pay Wall St. (with
interest) if their drilling waivers and leases are taken back.
Government's early response, May 23, 2010:
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/24/us/24moratorium.html?pagewanted=1
Well, Woody's ghost came to me last night, and asked me to update his
song for the US plutocracy:
This oil is your oil, this oil is my oil
From the Wall St boardroom, to the halls of Congress
From the LA smog bowl, to the blackened song birds
This oil was made for you and me
As I was watching, the fascist news shows
I saw the endless, stream of bullshit
I saw below me, a dying goddess
This oil was made for you and me
This oil is your oil, this oil is my oil
From the Wall St boardroom, to the halls of Congress
From the LA smog bowl, to the blackened song birds
This oil was made for you and me
I've shut my eyes, and followed my cravings
To the sparkling fools gold, of the rich man's palace
And all around me, a voice was sounding
This oil was made for you and me
(repeat chorus)
That oil came spillin', as my mind was dreaming
The pearls and diamonds, and the sound of drillin'
But the fog was lifting, a voice come chanting
That oil was made for you and me
(repeat chorus)
As the wars were killin' -- I saw a sign there
And that sign said -- Thou shall not kill
But on the other side -- there was nothing but death
Now that side was made for all of us
(repeat chorus)
In the parks of the city -- In the shadow of the District
Near the murdered neighborhoods -- I see my people
Locked in chain gangs- some are wonderin'
If this oil's still made for you and me
This oil is your oil, this oil is my oil
From the Wall St boardroom, to the halls of Congress
From the LA smog bowl, to the blackened song birds
This oil was made for you and me
