Long Live Water (feat. Colin Mutchler)
Mana Junkie
Max didn’t know if he was coming or going, all he realized was that his head was spinning and it felt like a bee buzzing around his left ear.
“You okay, mister?” someone asked.
“Water,” he managed to croak out, “I need water.”
He leaned up against the wall, still catching his breath and looking around to see if the others had made it through yet. A blonde handed him a bottled water, he tore off the cap and took a few big swigs.
“Easy there big fellow,” someone said. “You don’t want to make yourself sick.”
He placed the cap back on the bottled water, he looked at the cover and saw the company that produced it.
It was Legacy Inc.
Max let out a laugh.
Long Live Water
Colin Mutchler - 2008/2010
in a millennial moment of violent cries,
where people vote to upset the sides
peaceful motion breaks through style
small screen stories make a world go wild
I walk the aisle of tomorrow’s meal,
and browse the rows of grade A sales
I wonder, is it worth the extra pound? the extra cents?
to know and feel about where the chickens were kept?
or feel the pride of where my shirts were built
the ladies hands that reduce the guilt
of free range lives and personal ties
that connect the stories of what I actually buy.
long live water
plastic bottles never die
pockets picked, the dawn of noon
shadows seek the eco spoon
feeding mouths with local food
if flown from far, the shipper’s sued
but he not busy being free is busy blaming.
rough guide disguise with paper trees
replace the waste with future fees
if only lonely rubber rhymes
tuned to nike’s redesigns
remake the shapes that choose the shoes
so baby’s breaths will feed the fuse
she not busy breathing dust is cancer crying.
micro stories from truck to train
quick moon clips of the value chain,
for greening maps that data drain
from cards with credit, coins reframed
for he not busy losing face is silence screaming
long live water
plastic bottles never die
in a millenial moment of violent cries,
where people vote to upset the sides
peaceful motion breaks through style
small screen stories make a world go wild
“You okay, mister?” someone asked.
“Water,” he managed to croak out, “I need water.”
He leaned up against the wall, still catching his breath and looking around to see if the others had made it through yet. A blonde handed him a bottled water, he tore off the cap and took a few big swigs.
“Easy there big fellow,” someone said. “You don’t want to make yourself sick.”
He placed the cap back on the bottled water, he looked at the cover and saw the company that produced it.
It was Legacy Inc.
Max let out a laugh.
Long Live Water
Colin Mutchler - 2008/2010
in a millennial moment of violent cries,
where people vote to upset the sides
peaceful motion breaks through style
small screen stories make a world go wild
I walk the aisle of tomorrow’s meal,
and browse the rows of grade A sales
I wonder, is it worth the extra pound? the extra cents?
to know and feel about where the chickens were kept?
or feel the pride of where my shirts were built
the ladies hands that reduce the guilt
of free range lives and personal ties
that connect the stories of what I actually buy.
long live water
plastic bottles never die
pockets picked, the dawn of noon
shadows seek the eco spoon
feeding mouths with local food
if flown from far, the shipper’s sued
but he not busy being free is busy blaming.
rough guide disguise with paper trees
replace the waste with future fees
if only lonely rubber rhymes
tuned to nike’s redesigns
remake the shapes that choose the shoes
so baby’s breaths will feed the fuse
she not busy breathing dust is cancer crying.
micro stories from truck to train
quick moon clips of the value chain,
for greening maps that data drain
from cards with credit, coins reframed
for he not busy losing face is silence screaming
long live water
plastic bottles never die
in a millenial moment of violent cries,
where people vote to upset the sides
peaceful motion breaks through style
small screen stories make a world go wild