Liner Notes and Song Credits

WHITE TRIBAL MUSIC

Produced by Darryl Cherney
Engineered by Steve Hesh and Rob Seifert at Buck Dancer Studio, Willie Bosco with additional services of Mark Dann Mooka Prairie Sun
Mastered by Rob Seifert, Mark Mayo, Tim Gray, etc.
Very Special Thanks to Leib Ostrow for studio donations and discounts
Very Special Thanks to Mooka Rennick of Prairie Sun Studios for putting together the band for You Can’t Clearcut Your Way to Heaven and donating the Studio.
Very Special Thanks to all the musicians, engineers, and everyone else who donated and discounted their services
Special Thanks to Terry Gillette,

Dedicated to the Spirit of Judi Bari

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1. White Tribal Music (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Acoustic & Wah Wah Guitars: Darryl Cherney
Back. Vocals: Francine Allen, Edie Morrie, Steve Hesh, Darryl Cherney
Lead & Rhythm Elec. Guitar: Steve Hesh
Electric Organ: Jerry Thompson
Bass: Peter Amazing
Drums: Donny Sack

2. Reggae on the River Revolutionary (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, ElectricGuitar, Keyboard: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocals: Hoy Kersh, Darryl Cherney
Bass: Shasta Kirsh
Drums: Programmed by Shasta Kersh

3. Grants Pass (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Background Vocal, Acoustic Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Pedal Steel, Electric Guitar, Bass: Steve Hesh
Fiddle: Tony Askins
Drums: Michael Curran

4. One Ton of Marijuana (new lyrics Darryl Cherney, music by ______)
Vocal, Rhythm Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocals: Francine Allen, Edie Morris
Electric Lead Guitar: Che Guevara
Guitar Synthesizer Trombone & Elec. Rhythm Guitar: Steve Hesh
Bass: Peter Amazing
Congas: Ocean

5. Xerox the Money (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Rhythm Guitar, Keyboard, Keyboard: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocals: Liza Gabriel and Darryl Cherney
Electric Lead Guitar: Steve Hesh
Bass: Peter Amazing
Drums: Ocean

6. Potter Valley Mill (words by Darryl Cherney & Judi Bari, music by Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Background Vocal, Acoustic Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Pedal Steel: Steve Hesh
Keyboard: Jerry Thompson
Fiddle: Tony Askins
Bass: Peter Amazing
Drums: Donny Sack

7. Ballad of Jan Iris ( (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Acoustic Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocal: Judy Zweiman
Acoustic Lead Guitar: Steve Hesh
Violin: Tony Askins

8. The FBI Stole My Fiddle (words by Darryl Cherney & Judi Bari; music by Darryl Cherney)
Vocal: Judi Bari
Background Vocal: Edie Morris, Francine Allen
Acousitc Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Dobro: Steve Hesh
Bass: Peter Maynell
Drums: Michael Curran

9. Prince William Sound (Atz Kilcher)
Vocal, Acoustic Guitar, Keyboard: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocal: Edie Morris, Francine Allen)
Pedal Steel, Bass: Steve Hesh
Fiddle: Tony Askins

10. There Really is a Fire Out There (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Acoustic Guitar, Elec.Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocals: Judy Zweinman, Duane Bergman
Two Electric Lead Guitars: Che Guevara
Electric Rhythm Guitar: Steve Hesh
Bass: Peter Amazing
Drums: Michael Curran

11. Box of Wine (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Acoustic Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocals: Francine Allen, Edie Morris
Pedal Steel, Dobro: Steve Hesh
Bass: Peter Amazing
Drums: Donny Sack

12. Jesus Was a Mushroom (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Acoustic Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocals: Francine Allen, Darryl Cherney
Pedal Steel, Bass, Steve Hesh
Organ: Jerry "JT" Thompson

13. Five Billion Turds A Day (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Acoustic Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocals: Anna Banana, Judy Zweinman, Duane Bergman
Fart Solo: Anna Banana
Dobro, Bass: Steve Hesh

14. Entropy (Darryl Cherney)
Vocal, Background Vocal: Darryl Cherney
Pedal Steel: Steve Hesh
Bass: Peter Amazing

15. You Can’t Clearcut Your Way to Heaven (Darryl Cherney
Vocal, Acoustic Guitar: Darryl Cherney
Background Vocals: Joanne Moore, Carol Denny
Piano: Vince Wellnick
Pedal Steel: Dave Phillips
Bass: Mooka Rennick
Drums: Prairie Prince

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White Tribal Music
words and music by Darryl Cherney

(Gm) Now when I was born it was such a fright
I looked in the mirror I saw I was white
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
My skin it was pink, my eyes there were blue
My hair it was blond, damn, what could I do
White tribal music

So I put on a robe, I put on a turban
But they said man, you're just white and suburban
So I got me a book to learn how to dance
It said if you're white you ain't got a chance
White tribal music
Uh...Uh....Uh, Uh, Uh

(Cm) White tribal, white tribal, white tribal music (Gm)
(Cm) White tribal, white tribal, white tribal music (Dm)(D#)(D) (Gm)

(Gm) So I went and talked to an Indian shaman
He told me my problem was not uncommon
I talked to a Hindu, I talked to a Buddhist
I talked to a Sufi, I talked to a nudist
White tribal music

Then up jumped an African witchdoc
He said what you need is to turn back the clock
You'd never know by lookin' a Ronald Reagan
That a long time ago y'all used to be pagan
White tribal music
Uh...Uh...Uh, Uh, Uh

White tribal, white tribal, white tribal music
White tribal, white tribal, white tribal music

So come on you Visogoths, come on you Vandals
Boogie on down and take off your sandals
White tribal music
Come on you Barbarian, come on you Huns
You knew how to shake your buns
White tribal music

Come on you Druids, come on you Celts
You could be tribal like nobody else
White tribal music
Come on you Laps, come on you Norse
Sail back on that tribal course
White tribal music

So pick up your pentacle, put down your bible
Come on everybody, let's get tribal
White tribal music
Uh..Uh...Uh, Uh, Uh

White tribal, white tribal, white tribal music
White tribal, white tribal, white tribal music

Uh..Uh...Uh, Uh, Uh
Uh..Uh...Uh, Uh, Uh
Uh..Uh...Uh, Uh, Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (sob)

Copyright 1994 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, Ecotopia 95542. All rights reserved. dc@asis.com

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Reggae on the River Revolutionary
words & music by Darryl Cherney

Intro: (Em)(Bm)(Em)(Bm)
(Em) I came to the redwood forest
(Am) Off highway 101
(Em) Going to a Reggae concert
Where all the (Am) Humboldt hippies come
(Bm) I loaded up my beat up Subar-(Am)u
With an (Bm) eighth of an ounce of shake
and some baked tof-(Am)u
(Bm) I bought these conga drums brand (Am) new (Bm)

Chorus:
'Cause I'm a (Em) Reggae on the River revo-(Am) lutionary
I (Em) sit here by the river and remain (Am) stationary
(2nd time) (Em) It's a big old world out there it can be (Am) pretty scary
(3rd time) (Em) At 80 bucks a ticket, mon, it's (Am) monetary
(4th time) (Em) Inside this barbed wire fence, I'm (Am) feeling Irie
'Cause I'm a (Bm) Reggae on the (Am) River Revo-(Em) lutionary

I bought some Rasta jewelry I bought some Rasta clothes
I even showed up this year with a ring right through my nose
Those Reggae songs they make me cry
The people fight and the people die
While I just sit here and get high

Chorus

The river's looking pretty low
It's got a funky smell and there ain't much flow
But if I could have a single wish
It would be to see a single fish
Beside the one that's right here on my dish

Chorus

I think Bob Marley's really grand
I've got my snow cone in my hand
And to the Reggae groove I move my feet
Just as long as I stay out of the heat
This revolution can't be beat

Copyright 1994 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542. All rights reserved. dc@asis.com

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Grant's Pass
words and music by Darryl Cherney

(G) Now I'm just a hippie environmentalist
(D) Thumbing through this redneck town
I've got an Earth First! shirt, 2 layers of dirt
Not the (G) kind they wanted hangin' around
Well I shoulda known better but I went ahead an entered
Old (D) Shenanigan's Saloon
But when I ordered a beer they said "no Earth First!ers here"
And they (G) broke into a country (D7) tune

Chorus:
(G) Grant's Pass, Grant's (D) Pass
A place where they want to kick my (G) ass (D7)
Grant's (G) Pass, Grant's (D) Pass
A place where they want to kick my (G) ass (D7)

Well the next day was the Silver Fire Round-up
And the yellow ribbons flew so high
They was going salvage logging' in the Siskiyou National Forest
And they cheered as every log rolled by
Well being a foolish bastard I picked up a protest placard
Said "No logging on our public lands"
But I found myself surrounded by the loggers that abounded
And it wasn't hard to guess their plan

Chorus

Now at the north end of town they've got a giant caveman
And he's carrying a great big club
He's a-overlooking Denny's, Stihl Chainsaw and J.C. Penny's
And he's sending you a message, bub
He says "We're Oregon clearcutters and we're furrow-browed head-butters
And we don't like tree-huggers at all
And we'll tell you 'It's the climate' and if you don't freakin' like it
Take it up with us Neanderthals

Copyright 1994 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542. All rights reserved. dc@asis.com

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One Ton of Marijuana
new lyrics by Darryl Cherney
original Music by Pete Seeger

Oh, I (G) live in the (C) mountains (D)
I plant my (G) seed in the (C) ground (D)
I grow the (G) good sensa- (C) millia (D)
I grow a- (G) two thousand (C) pounds (D)

(C) One ton of marijuana (D)
I grow (smoke, need) a (G) one ton of mari- (C) jua- (D) na
(G) One ton of mari-(C) jua- (D) na
I grow a (G) one ton of mari-(C) jua-(D) na

And when the sheriff he comes by
To charge me with drug abuse
I say hey man this is legal
It's for my personal use

Chorus

Now the stalk makes my paper
And the herb heals my eye
And the oil fuels my hemp car
And the exhaust gets me high

Lyrics copyright 1995 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542. Original music and song © Pete Seeger.

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Xerox the Money
words & music by Darryl Cherney

(Gm) Now America's got big trouble
It's called the national debt
We (Cm) owe 5 trillion dollars
And we (Gm) ain't through spending yet
(D) But I got the answer
To ful- (Cm) fill our endless need
It's a (Gm) little trick I learned from the federal reserve
And if they can do it so can we
And (D) what they do is....

Chorus
(Gm) Xerox the money
They xerox the money
They (C) don't think it's funny
They (Gm) xerox the money
They (D) just do it honey
(Gm) Xerox the money

Now you work a hard 40 hours a week
They pay you with something called cash
It used to have gold behind it
But now it's just some paper trash
And the rich keep getting richer
How do you think they get all that dough
They each got a little bitty xerox machine
And they love to just watch it go
And what they do is...

Repeat Chorus

Now the third world owes America
And America is broke
The banks are all a-closing down
Do you think this is some kind of joke
But don't you fall in no depression
Don't you lose your dreams
Just get yourself a twenty dollar bill
And then head to a Xerox machine
"Cause what they do is....

Copyright 1989 by Darryl Cherney. All rights reserved. PO Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542. dc@asis.com

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The Ballad of Jan Iris
by Darryl Cherney

(Em) Now there's many kind of loggers in these (D) north coast woods
Some die (C) old (D), some die (Em) young
But there once lived a faller who (D) worked for the trees
And his (C) tale (D) will carry (Em) on
His (Am) name was Jan (Em) Iris
And he (C) mourned the mighty clearcuts men had (G) made (D)
So after (Em) coming home from the (D) bloody Vietnam War
He (C) knew a (D) debt must be re-(Em)paid (repeat)

Now there's many kind of loggers come to Briceland town
Some have gone, some remain
But big Jan Iris he'd come to settle down
And heal the forest from its pain
He'd seen the underbrush a-catchin' fire
And he'd seen the young trees reaching for the sun
So he fired up his chainsaw, he fired up a kiln
He'd found a job that must be done (repeat)

Now there's many loggin' outfits in these north coast woods
Some take half, most take all
But Wild Iris Forestry took one out of ten
Then limbed the rest up to grow tall
You hardly knew that they'd been in there loggin'
And the fire breaks were a blessing to us all
Then 'twas off the kiln for a hardwood floor
Or a cabinet for the kitchen wall (repeat)

Now there's many kinds of changes hit these north coast towns
Some come easy, some come hard
But those big loggin' comp'nies with their big machines
Left us closed down mills and empty yards
But with a portable sawmill and a pick-up
Jan Iris showed us how we can make do
On just fifty acres ten folks could work all year
We could have our jobs and forest, too (repeat)

Now there's many kinds of lessons in this great wide world
Some learned fast, some take time
But those poisons of war that he'd worked with long before
Struck Jan with a cancer in his prime
And so they found a school to teach his wisdom
And in 1991 Jan Iris died
And though we all knew there was so much work to do
That day all Briceland stopped and cried (repeat)

Copyright 1991 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, Ecotopia 95542. All rights reserved. dc@asis.com

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Potter Valley Mill
words by Darryl Cherney & Judi Bari
music by Darryl Cherney

Now the (C) mill in Potter Valley
It's (F) been here 50 (C) years
Milling all those fir trees
That used to grow 'round (G) here
But now they're (C) running out of timber
And the (F) mill is shutting (C) down
They're (F) packing up their (C) band saws
And they're (C) moving (G) out of (C) town

And they're (F) closing down the mill in (C) Potter Valley
(F) Leaving all us good folks in a (G) bind
They're (F) closing down the mill in Potter (C) Val--(F) ley
And I (C) can't be-(F) lieve the (C) mess we'll (G) leave be-(C) hind

Now Ray says there's timber back there
They'll haul it right past town
Sam says they'll only reopen if another mill burns down
The company says it's environmentalists crimpin' up their style
But as I look out on the Mendocino Forest--can't see a tree for miles

Chorus

Now when they doubled our shift five years ago
I knew we soon would see this day
And now our property values are dropping
I can't sell and can't pay
That machinery ought to stay right here
To move it would be a crime
We've kept it fixed and running for 50 years
We ought to fix it one last time

Copyright 1989 by Darryl Cherney and Judi Bari, PO Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542. All rights reserved. dc@asis.com

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The FBI Stole My Fiddle
by Darryl Cherney and Judi Bari

(D) I was drivin' out of Oakland
On a tour for Redwood Summer
When a bomb went off inside my car
It was a major bummer (G) (F)
(D) Then they blamed me for the bomb (G) (F)
(D) That almost took my life (G) (F)
(D) But there's one more thing that they did
One last twist of the knife

Chorus:
The FBI (G) stole my fiddle
The FBI (D) stole my fiddle
The FBI (A) stole my fiddle (G)
(2nd time: J Edgar Hoover's stole my fiddle)
(3rd time: (William Session's stole my fiddle)
(4rd time: Richard Held's stole my fiddle)
(5th time: Now Louis Fries got my fiddle)
And I want my fiddle (D) back (G)(Gm)(D)(A)

The next day in the papers
Although it made no sense
Was photo of my fiddle
And they called it evidence
They went and took my Birkenstocks
They went and took my car
But when they took my fiddle
Well you know they went too far

(repeat chorus)

Well they said the string's was fuses
And my bow it was the light
And inside of my fiddle hole
I stashed my dynamite
So when I stroke my fuse strings
With my fiddle bow
You'd better run for cover
'Cause this fiddle might just blow

(repeat chorus)

Now Special Agent Richard Held
Is the man behind the show
He helped frame Leonard Peltier
And he jailed Geronimo
He took more than their fiddles
Life sentences no bail
It's time to free them all and
Let's put Richard Held in jail

© 1991 by Darryl Cherney and Judi Bari. All rights reserved. PO Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542. dc@asis.com

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Prince William Sound
by Atz Kilcher

(G) First time that he saw her
He (D) took her for her gold
(Em) Dusty dredges (Em7) left behind
Jagged (Am) scars and ragged (C) holes
(G) She's been slowly healing
A (D) century's come round
But (Am)how long will it (C) take
For the Prince William (G) Sound

He came for the yellow gold
He came for the black
He used her he abused her
Each time she took him back
Each time she forgave him
Each time she lost ground
But forgivin' won't come easy
For the Prince William Sound

He came back with money
He was a smooth talkin' man
He wined her and he dined her and he said
I've got a plan
I'll make us both wealthy
With that black gold in your veins
But now she's the one who's paying
For the price of her pain

Chorus

He'll come back to the Arctic
He'll come back to Bristol Bay
And when he comes a-calling tell me
What will she say
Will she close her eyes again
Or will she turn him down
Tell me what have we learned
From the Prince William Sound

Copyright 1991 by Atz Kilcher. Homer, Alaska. All rights reserved.

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There Really Is a Fire Out There
words & music by Darryl Cherney

(Bm)I read the news the other day
(D) About what NASA had to say
(A) Twenty percent of the ozone layer's (Bm)gone (A)
(Bm) We lost it all to CFC's
Better living through chemistry
(A)Seemed good at first but it didn't last too (Bm) long (A)

Now thirty miles high in the stratosphere
Out fragile shield starts to disappear
Letting in those deadly UVB's
So if you go out to the ocean
Bring your 45 block suntan lotion
And for goodness sake now don't you fall asleep

CHORUS

(D)The ozone layer's torn apart
(A)When will the revolution start
(Bm)Will radiation suits be what we wear
(D)I'm screaming fire in a crowded theatre
(A)There really is a fire out (Bm)there (A) (Bm) (A)

Now back in Wilmington, Delaware
The Dupont Board sits in there easy chairs
Cashing in on the highway to hell
They'll tell you that you'll sure look cute
In their new designer radiation suits
With the Dupont logo right on the lapel

Now the Dupont's go back centuries
Selling gunpowder to out enemies
They were royalty who owned slaves in this land
And it's with these men we trust out lives
We've given them the power should the earth survive
While we just sit here with a cold beer in out hand

(repeat Chorus)

So now we must make up out minds
Will we say goodbye to all of humankind
While we leave behind a scorched and barren land
Or will we all rise up my friends
Take the bastards on to the bitter end
There ain't much time left for us to make our stand

So turn off your A/C and your fridgidaire
Open up your window take a breath of air
And prepare yourself for the battle that's to come
Don't tell me you don't know what to do
Let me tell you something it's just me and you
Will the fire in your heart burn like the sun....(Chorus)

Copyright 1992 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542. All rights reserved. dc@asis.com

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Box of Wine
by Darryl Cherney

Chorus:
(D)Pass, pass, (A) pass that box of (D)wine
If you ain't got a bottle that box will do just (A) fine
Now that (D) box of wine it (D7) may be square
But (G) what they hell's it doin' (Gm) over there
(D) Pass, pass, (A) pass that box of (D) wine

(D) Now wine used to come in (A) bottles, that's for (D) sure
But a box of wine don't break when it hits the (A) floor
And (D) its the side it's (D7) got a little (G) spout (Gm)
(D) Conveniently the (A) same size as your (D) mouth
And (A7) when your finished you can....

(repeat chorus)

Now inside that box of wine is a bag of foil
That bag of foil is there so the wine won't spoil
But I don't think that I have ever had
A box of wine long enough to go bad
And while you're at it you can....

Copyright 1987, 1994 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, Ecotopia 95542. All rights reserved. dc@asis.com

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Jesus Was a Mushroom
words and music by Darryl Cherney

There was a (G) scholar from (C) England
He (G) got a call from the (C) Pope
He said (G) "Come on down to the (C) Vatican
To (D) analyze the Dead Sea Scrolls"
For (G) twenty years he (C) labored
All (G) alone in a little (C) room
And (G) when he came out he (D) promptly pronounced
That (C) Jesus was a (G) mushroom

Chorus:
(G) Jesus was a (C) mushroom, uh (G) huh
(G) Jesus was a mushroom, uh (D) huh
He was a (G) fungus (C) among us
(G) Born in a manger's (C) dung
(G) Jesus was a (D) mushroom, uh, (G) huh

Now as you can imagine
This did not please the pope
Who said "John M. Allegro
You've been smoking too much dope"
But John, he said "Your holiness
You and I are both adults
And the etymology clearly shows
The apostles were a mushroom cult"

Chorus

So how do you think that he walked on the water
How do you think that he raised the dead
It was just folks hallucinating
On the mushrooms they was fed
Why do you think that the Roman's feared him
Why do you think he was crucified
But you can not kill our savior
You just hang him up to dry

Chorus

Copyright 1994 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, Ecotopia 95542.. All rights reserved. dc@asis.com

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Five Billion Turds a Day
by Darryl Cherney

(Dm) Now we've got five billion people (A)
And this (Dm) planet we're gonna spoil (A)
We can't nearly feed the half of (A) them
'Cause we've ruined all of the top-(Dm) soil

But you know there's a solution
We've got to implement right away
We've got to compost what we make the most
Five billion turds a day

Chorus:
(Dm) Five billion turds a day (A)
(Dm) Five billion turds a day (A)
We've (Dm) got to compost what we (A) make the most
Five billion turds a (Dm) day

Now turds they make good fertilizer
But we no longer deliver
Instead of putting it down in the dying ground
We flush it into the river

Now flushing away that organic matter
Well you know that it's a sin
But one little turd won't do the trick
Everybody's got to pitch in

Now you might think that it's uncouth
To take your dump outside
But I do a little dance and pull down my pants
And relieve myself with pride

(Repeat Chorus)

So people we can save the world
If we just start saving feces
We can save all of God's little starving children
And all of the endangered species

So get yourself a composting toilet
Hey you can get over the smell
'Cause we've got to think beyond the stink
Or the planet's gonna go to hell

When you're done put in a bit of straw
Then the microbes start their lappin'
They break it on down into fertile ground
And that's how compost happens

So if you're living in a condo or a hippie shack
You've got to start right away
And glory in the fact that you're just one
Of five billion turds a day!

Copyright 1992 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, Ecotopia 95542. All rights rserved. dc@asis.com

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Entropy
words and music by Darryl Cherney

(G) Now the batteries of life will soon run out (C)
And we'll (D) find that we've got nothing left to (G) burn
Well we (G) thought that it would (Em) last
But we were (C) living in the (Am) past
So (D) here's a brand new word we all must (G) learn

Chorus:
Entropy, entrop-(C)y (Am)
(D) Everything is (G) dying (D)
(G) Entropy, entrop-(C)y (Am)
So (D) darling stop your (G) crying

Now as society breaks down and falls apart
You'll lose your job and crime will surely rise
Well you can blame the President
Or a communist government
But friends that is not where the problem lies

Chorus

Now Heisenberg blew science clear apart
Sent three hundred years of physics down the drain
'Cause what you watch you influence
So your conclusions make no sense
Which means we can not understand a thing

Copyright 1995 by Darryl Cherney., Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542. All rights reserved. dc@asis.com

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You Can't Clearcut Your Way to Heaven
words & music by Darryl Cherney

Intro: (F) (G) (C)

Now the (C) Lord made the (F) world in (G) just 6 (C) days
A (F) wonder to be- (G) hold when it was (C) done
Deep (F) oceans and blue (G) skies
Forests (C) green and mountains (Am) high
With (D) animals that crawl and fly and (G) run
But (C) one of God's (F) creatures (G) wasn't (C) pleased
It (F) wanted to cre- (G) ate with its own (C) hand
So it (F) clearcut all the (G) trees
Carved the (C) mountains spoiled the (Am) seas
Pro- (D) claiming it the way that God had (G) planned

Chorus
But you (F) can't clear- (G) cut your way to (C) heaven
No, (F) strip mines don't (G) make it with the (C) Lord
Bull- (F) dozing the cre- (G) ation
Won't (C) win God's admi- (Am) ration
And the (F) pearly gates may (G) close for ever (C) more

Now my momma used to read the family bible
And she said thou shall not covet, steal or kill
But then I coveted the forests and the mountains
And I stole my mother natures gems at will
And I killed off many creatures to extinction
But I'm sure God must have made them by mistake
"Cause I had to keep my job
Where I plunder, rape and rob
But I swear to you it's for my children's' sake

Repeat Chorus

Now today I heard they mined the rock of ages
"Cause they thought it had a chunk of gold inside
And they're dumping PCB's into the sea of Galilee
And they milled the cross on which our savior died
And they leveled old Jerusalem for condos
Done build a shopping mall where Jesus did his thing
And I look at our success
At creating such a mess
I though I heard a band of angels sing
(Repeat Chorus)

Copyright 1988 by Darryl Cherney. PO Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542. All rights reserved.

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