[00:00.27]Great white puffs of lumbering buffalo
[00:09.14]Blanket the fishbowl sky, and I am tired.
[00:17.21]
[00:18.29]I sip my tea and sniff the ocean.
[00:25.71]
[00:28.73]Not but an hour from now, I will be home.
[00:36.00]
[00:38.88]Swing me low, mark me a coward.
[00:46.18]
[00:48.36]The whims of the West must die.
[00:52.25]
[00:53.31]Here is the resting ground.
[00:57.18]
[00:58.40]here is my smile, my pink little toes.
[01:06.62]
[01:11.91](Bound to your oil machines)
[01:16.59]
[01:18.30]Death to the civilized.
[01:23.37](Hoarding the land and sea)
[01:28.14]
[01:28.95]Death to the civilized.
[01:34.40](Stolen through violent means)
[01:39.41]
[01:40.26]Death when all want masquerades as need.
[01:47.83]
[01:52.83]The marbled godwit line the coast.
[01:59.93]
[02:01.58]I grasp for my straw cap;
[02:06.01]
[02:06.81]I'm lashed to my brave little raft.
[02:11.16]
[02:12.13]The waves do toss this worthy vessel,
[02:20.09]
[02:21.97]Impress on my tiny brain
[02:26.97]This strange and dangerous beauty.
[02:31.48]
[02:32.91]I feel it's scale,
[02:36.55]
[02:37.16]I feel its industry.,
[02:40.69]
[02:42.61]Making a flea of us
[02:47.33]And dusting us off
[02:50.44]
[02:52.17]And talks in a hush,
[02:55.88]
[02:57.38]A little disappointed.
[03:02.13]
[03:06.91](Bound to your oil machines)
[03:12.77]Death to the civilized.
[03:18.49](Hoarding the land and sea)
[03:23.27]
[03:23.86]Death to the civilized.
[03:29.64](Stolen through violent means)
[03:35.00]Death when all want masquerades as need.
[03:44.25]