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A little story about one possible set of consequences related to mountaintop removal mining. For fans of the Appalachian mountains and of Edward Abbey.

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The Luddite

Dozers and loaders and shovels erase the terrain
They carve out the coal and remake of a mountain a waste.

Where the machines have spoken
Digging the devil's token
What the machines have stolen
Won't be growing back.

The water ran black from the tap into his great-grandmother's sink
No one came to explain, no one paid, no one fixed anything.

The blasting and rude repacking
The walls in the basement cracking
Then when the flood came rolling
It all went down...

And when the last bale was piled on
He covered his head in nylon
Put all of his blackest clothes on
And stuffed his pack.

As he shouldered his fireworks through rubble and mud
His red light split the night into shadow and blood.

He set the tubes, lit the fuse, and flew staggering away
When they blew, how they blew,
And the new dark became his new day.

The plans of the malefactors
Didn't count on the counteractor
Backlit by the burning tractors
Returning medicine.

Leaving the land he grew in
At the end of his great undoing
Ruin begetting ruin
One battle down.

He made up his mind to kick out all the teeth
Of the beast and its priests and their wretched machines.

He would never sleep…
Until…

All the machines are broken...

credits

from No. 8 Wire, released December 1, 2013
Acoustic guitar/vocal: Jimmy Davidson
Bass guitar: Rich Crepeau
Drums/percussion: David Brewer
Electric guitar/harmony vocal: Rob Brown
Explosion collage: Jimmy Davidson/Mitch Easter

Lyrics: Jimmy Davidson
Recorded at the Fidelitorium, Kernersville, NC
Engineered by Mitch Easter / Bob Engel / Worthless Son-in-Laws
Produced by Mitch Easter / Worthless Son-in-Laws
Mastered by Scott Craggs, Old Colony Mastering

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The Worthless Son-in-Laws Boone, North Carolina

“The songwriting...is through the roof here both melodically and lyrically, bolstered by a band that nails the songs with pinpoint perfection.... The vocal delivery...is rock solid on what can only be deemed one of the most pleasantly surprising releases of the summer. This one rests near the very top of the ‘highly recommended’ list.”
—Bill Hurley, The Alternate Root
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