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Mark on the Land

Everywhere the eye surveys

lie the long fingerprints of the hand

that divides the ground and strips it down.

Choking machines do its commands,

cutting deep in the earth's veins

and raising tall dark blue mountains of slag

for man must leave his mark on the land.

He sketches grey concrete pictures,

smokestacks and drainpipes drawn from his hand.

His magic touch kills off the cuff

living things that don't fit the plan.

He paints the skies and the rivers

with poisons that run in strange color bands

for man must leave his mark on the land.

Power lines by the artist

who turns the meadows to junkyards so grand.

Leftover parts lie near and far

for all the world is his garbage can.

He makes his trail through the forest

of plastic wrappers and rusty beer cans

for man must leave his mark on the land.

There's a lyric video of this song which you can find here, and you can get this track from Amazon here. The rough cut video was posted on YouTube on 9/6/08 - click here to watch that video.

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