Los Alamos Fire Burns Near Nuclear Weapons Factory -- July 2011 set to music by don michael sampson "los alamos":
LOS ALAMOS
The mountains, the forests, they’re all on fire No sweet healing rain, situation’s dire Flames crawling up the canyon, trees burning down Smoke everywhere, choking the towns Could be Armageddon, flames getting close Running down where they built the bomb at Los Alamos
You see the devil moved there before World War II It was kind of like a hideout, kind of hidden from view He and his evil henchmen gathered around To build a bomb that could bring the whole world down So they worked and they slaved, they knew they were getting close To the ultimate killing device up at Los Alamos
So they built them a bomb, the atomic kind They set a small one off, man it did shine A nuclear sun exploded with mushroom cloud flames They called it fat boy, that was its’ name They dropped it on Hiroshima, Nagasaki too They said it saved democracy, saved me and you Death and destruction, nothing even comes close It all came from the town of Los Alamos
I’m writing this song from the mountains nearby On an early morning, smoke covering up the sky Flames racing towards tons of nuclear waste If that blows up, it’s the end of this place Meanwhile, the devil’s laughing crazy, fanning the flames Call it karma, just call it insane I’m sitting straight down wind, is the end getting close Is it pay back time up in Los Alamos
What goes around comes around, that’s what they say I guess that’s really true there is no other way When you play with fire, you’re going to get burned On this beautiful earth, the lesson’s never learned By the minds of evil, the minds of death The devil draws up another killing breath And leaves behind reminders in every place They stay burned into the ground, can’t ever erase What he does here, what he lets loose And the rest of us, we cannot choose Pray for each other, pray it’s not a lethal dose That’s dancing up in the flames of Los Alamos
What do we do to save this place Deadly poisons trying to kill Mother Nature’s grace Human voices pleading trying to get through I’m sure the Lord is weeping, angels crying too Say a holy prayer, shed your sorrowful tears For this type of poison last for 10,000 years If the fire gets knocked down and this place doesn’t blow There will be a next time, everybody knows It’s the yin and the yang, the good and the bad Fighting each other always, it’s so sad The bad hangs around forever, on it the door you can never close For future generations, more trouble and woes Off in the distance sits Los Alamos
So I drink a cup of morning coffee, close the window up Wrapping nervous hands around my nervous cup Pray it will be alright, pray it will be ok That the flames will stop, the smoke will go away Disaster will be averted, the blue skies will show As I look twenty miles up the road to Los Alamos
Pueblo warrior raises up his powerful hand Angry at what has taken place on his sacred land Again call it karma, call it reaping what you sow But the truth of all things remain, the truth always shows And the fire light’s shining harder now, it can’t be slowed Burning straight up toward the mesa and Los Alamos
written, produced and performed by Don Michael Sampson © 2011 Wind in the Trees Music B.M.I.
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