Recycling a few cans
is not solution
what happens to the things that I no longer wish?
Is there a heaven
for my old sofa
or who would want the clothes that I’m so tired of?
– Some of my environmental thoughts become lyrics, become songs…
Plastic Fantastic
As I walk down the street
I pass by a homeless
selling magazines, in the town I live in.
I don’t even see her there,
I rather spend my money,
on this just in, the designer’s fancy things.
Oh, oh, that’s how I make my way,
Oh, oh, that’s how I make my way,
Oh, oh, that’s how I make my way, yeah yeah,
to the plastic fantastic paradise illusion x2
My mentality is provoking,
cause I live to consume,
that’s how I feel good, this is what I been taught.
I stand on the edge
of a world that is broken,
no escape has been spoken but all this I ignore.
Recycling a few cans
is not solution
what happens to the things that I no longer wish?
Is there a heaven
for my old sofa
or who would want the clothes that I’m so tired of?
Oh, oh, that’s how I make my way…
Stick:
What do we do to earth every day?
Well I move to Mars, I don’t have to stay!
