this was written during the titular Camp Fire in 2018, and becomes relevant again once or twice a year around here
lyrics
smoke comes rolling in, dear. can’t see the sun in the sky
smoke comes rolling in, dear. can’t see the sun in the sky
if i can’t get some fresh air, dear, i feel i’m like to die
we’ve newspapered all the windows and we’ve bolted all the doors
we’ve newspapered all the windows and we’ve bolted all the doors
i feel it coming through the cracks in the walls, feel it coming up through the floor
my fingernails are yellow, my eyes are bloodshot red
my fingernails are yellow, my eyes are bloodshot red
the birds have stopped their singing, and the farmers fields are dead
if they gave us back our water, if the soil was treated right
if they gave us back our water, if the soil was treated right
if cared about us any, there wouldn’t be a fire to fight
there’s boys down there in prison ain’t even yet a man
there’s boys down there in prison ain’t even yet a man
they’re sending them to the camp fire, to die with a hose in their hand
you read it in your bible, said the sun’s gon’ turn to sack
you read it in your bible, said the sun’s gon’ turn to sack
the moon turn bloody red, yeah, and the daylight sky go black
everywhere you look, now, there’s people saying it’s the end
everywhere you look, now, there’s people saying it’s the end
i just want a drink of water, i just want an honest friend
i’m packing up my suitcase, i’ll cover up my face
i’m packing up my suitcase, i’ll cover up my face
i’m leaving here tomorrow, got no home left in this place
i’m going up the coastline, to where they still know blue
i’m going up the coastline, to where they still know blue
this whole state is dying, there ain’t a damn thing we can do
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