Silver Wheels - Bruce Cockburn

    high speed drift on a prairie road
    hot tires sing like a string being bowed
    sudden town rears up then explodes
    fragments resolve into white line code
    whirl on silver wheels  (chorus)

    black earth energy receptor fields
    undulate under a grey cloud shield
    we outrun a river colour brick red mud
    that cleaves apart hills soil rich as blood

    highway squeeze in construction steam
    stop caution hard hat yellow insect machines
    silver steel towers stalk rolling land
    toward distant stacks that shout "Feed on demand"

    100 miles later the sky has changed
    urban anticipation -- we get 4 lanes
    redorange furnace sphere notches down
    throws up silhouette skyline in brown

    sundogs flare on windshield glass
    sudden swoop skyward iron horse overpass
    pass a man walking like the man in the moon
    walking like his head's full of irish fiddle tunes

    the skin around every city looks the same
    miles of flat neon spelling well-known names
    fat wheeled cars squeal into the sun

    radio speakers gargle top 40 trash
    muzak soundtrack to slow collapse
    planet engines pulsate in sidereal time
    if you listen close you can hear the whine

    (Burritt's Rapids  21/7/76)


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