Disposable People In a Throwaway World by Connie Pwll Walck Tyler Sheet Music for Piano & Vocal at Sheet Music Direct
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Disposable People In a Throwaway World
by Connie Pwll Walck Tyler Piano & Vocal - Digital Sheet Music

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A blues song for voice and piano about global warming. The .mp3 is computer generated with choral oohs for the voice.
See the youtube performance to hear the words.
Connie Pwll Walck Tyler wrote the words and music.
The words are:

Planets dance around their orbits,
comets fly through space
Stars explode with shattering flame.
Born a-new they wax and wane.
It's all relative they say,
Even if the earth dies,
Melting away 'til it's dry,
Stars will be alive

-- and yet, and yet, I cannot reconcile
the life of one small child.
When rainfall drops by forty percent in Dafur,
 Drought and famine lead to masacre.

Add the min'rals for I-Pods,
Blackberries and more,
bringing more conflict
and civil war.

Disposable people
in a throw away world.

Collateral damage is the word we use,
Death of innocents in war.
but there is another war we wage
where collateral damage
is the rage:
War for profits for the few.
It's all related, don't you know,
buying stuff, selling stuff, 
takes a toll.,
What we've sold is our soul.
We've sold our soul.

And yet, and yet,
I really don't want to see
the death of the Maldives.
Thirty nine nations,
island nations
swept away by the sea.

It's all related, don't you know.
Buying stuff, selling stuff, 
takes a toll.
What we've sold is our soul.
We've sold our soul.

Eleven thousand people live in Tuvalu.
No major industry,
Little carbon pollution,
Living the way we all should.
What did they ever do?

But the seas wash higher,
The seas grow warmer,
Cyclones grow fiercer every year.
It wont be long before they disappear.

Like Lohachara.
Gone now.
Lohachara, Lohachara,
Musical sound.

Lohachara has drowned.

Planets dance around their orbits,
comets fly through space
Stars explode with shattering flame.
Born a-new they wax and wane.
It's all relative they say,
Even if the earth dies,
Melting away 'til it's dry,
Stars will be alive.

Weve sold our soul.


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