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There's a man workin' in a field Sees the rain and it's burnin' He's sayin' this can't be real As he sees the color of the fields turnin' Far away the men too busy gettin' rich to care Close their eyes and let it all out into the air Hopin' nobody else would care Look out any window Look out any open door Look out any window See what's going on in the world around you There'a a man working on a boat Pullin' lines from the water Just trying to stay afloat Fillin' the nets is gettin' harder Far away they bend the rules so secretly Close their eyes and let it all out into the sea Hopin' nobody else would see Look out any window Look out any open door Look out any window See what's goin' on in the air around you Far away too many leaders let them get their way Close their eyes and let it all out into the bay Say they'll clear it up another day Look out any window Look out any open door Look out any window See what's goin' on in the air around you Look out, look out for the big boys tellin' you everything they're gonna' do Look out, look out for the fat cat builder man turnin' this into a waste land Look out, look out for the back room boys that say the smoke is gonna' blow away Look out, look out for the men who say it's okay sittin' in a building far away --- Bruce Hornsby, 'Look Out Any Window'From the musical 'Rent'. Sections have been cut to slightly change the way the song parses. This is not accidental. The cut sections have been marked.
Don't breathe too deep Don't think all day Dive into work Drive the other way That drip of hurt That pint of shame Goes away just play the game You're living in America At the end of the millennium (or the beginning ;-)) You're living in America At the end of the millennium Leave your conscience at the tone And when you're living in America At the end of the millennium You're what you own [ ... snip ... ] Just tighten those shoulders Just clench your jaw until you frown Just don't let go or you may drown You're living in America At the end of the millennium You're living in America Where it's like the twilight zone And when you're living in America At the end of the millennium You're what you own So I own not a notion I escape and ape content I don't own emotion I rent What was it about that night Connection in a isolating age For once the shadow gave way to light For once I didn't disengage [ ... snip ... ] I quit dying in America At the end of the millennium We're dying in America To come into our own And when you're dying in America At the end of the millennium You're not alone.. Another classic - Hammer and a Nail, by the Indigo Girls Clearing webs from a hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been digging too deep I always do I see my face on the surface I look a lot like Narcissus A dark abyss of a emptiness Standing on the edge of a drowning blue I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I've got to get out of bed, get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head i think myself in a jail Now I know a refuse never grows From a chin on a hand in a thoughtful pose Got to tend the earth if you want a rose Had a lot of good intentions Sit around for fifty years and then collect the pensions By seeing the road to hell, and just where it starts But my life is more than a vision The sweetest part is acting after making a decision You start seeing the whole as the sum of it's parts I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I've got to get out of bed, get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head i think myself in a jail Now I know a refuse never grows From a chin on a hand in a thoughtful pose Got to tend the earth if you want a rose My life is part of the global life I found myself becoming more immobile When I think a little girl in the world can't to anything A distant nation my community, and a street person my responsibility If I have a care in the world, I have a gift to bring I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I've got to get out of bed, get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head i think myself in a jail Now I know a refuse never grows From a chin on a hand in a thoughtful pose Got to tend the earth if you want a rose