Dare call me jackstraw?
We witness the dying landscape
Which doesn't grow; it's failing
We couldn't but be watching
Dithering and withering away

Drooped heads, our hands pale and frail
Are nailed on the crosses
That's why we got stuck here
Surrounded by the mountain lines

Gibberish, cliches, nothing new
Prayers, meditations, outcomes are few
Hearts are stones, as cold as steel
Could they understand we're sufferin'?

So now you leave us all behind
and set the bleeding fields on fire

So now you leave us all behind
and set the bleeding fields on fire

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Jackstraws is Sam's idea again. It was when we shared our own chords during jamming session and the two versions merged together and done in one hour. The "Part Two" of Sounds Behind the Wall, talking about the relationship between dumping and farmers. Go check Oxfam for stories if you're interested, and please support The Big Ask too.