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Ode to Briar Chapel

By Concerned Chathamite
Posted Monday, September 27, 2004

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To the tune of U2's "Bullet the Blue Sky"

Briar the Blue Sky

In the Chatham wind
Comes a stinging rain
Driving politics
And smart growth goes down the drain
From a Newlands lie
Red-orange mud flows
See the river of greed
Running wild where the beautiful grows

Briar the blue sky
Briar the green fields
Briar the blue lake
Briar the blue

On the Chatham ground
Comes a rattle and hum
Machines wrestle the land
And Bennett Mountain is overcome
You plant a developer’s seed
You raise a weed of desire
See them yearning services
See your taxes go higher and higher

Bunkey the blue sky
Tommy the green fields
Carl the blue lake
Margaret the green forests

This guy comes up to me
His face orange like mud in a creek gush
Like all the colors of a dying thrush
And he’s planning on those rich-folk houses
Slapping ‘em down
Three hundred thousand, four hundred thousand, one million
And I can see those spray fields
Sewage on the play fields
Across the mud slick
Where the children get sick
Where the heavy metals stay
Where the toxins settle and lay
Where the ground is made waste
Where we breathe every day
And through it all
You’ll hear the people groan
Outside it’s a mess
Outside it’s a mess

Across the fields
You see the ground ripped open
See the runoff through the gaping wounds
Pounding the river and the lake
More mud than they can take
Destruction in its wake
For the almighty dollar’s sake
And the wild and the beautiful
Runs away
From the arms
Of Chatham

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Ode to Briar Chapel