For Pete Seeger

 

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same,
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue on and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look the same.

I used to hate those little boxes
And I said that I would never be
Put in those darn little boxes
Where they all came out the same
But the banks crashed and the jobs died
And I’m trying to raise a family
So my life is made of ticky tacky
And there’s millions just the same.

And we all went off to college
Where they said that we would never be
Put in boxes, boring boxes
In an office or a school
But they didn’t see that gambling
Would damage the world economy
Now we beg for jobs in boxes
Where we all look just the same

And I look out at the future
And what my life was gonna be
And I see the house of ticky tacky
That I’ll never hope to gain.
Working part time, paying student debt
You can’t get ahead financially
But on Wall Street, they get a bonus
And they all have no shame.

One thought on “For Pete Seeger”

  1. ah, Pete Seeger, how we will miss you and that distinctive voice.
    Although someone does seem to be able to rewrite your tune quite well….

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