Chorus What will my grandchild think of me? What will she say about the way I lived? What will my grandchild think of me? Will she forgive the way I lived my life? Grampa, she’ll say How many cars did you own? How many miles have you flown? Driving so fast or flying so high, You can’t pick the berries, or look under a stone. Grampa, she’ll say, How many cars did you own? Chorus Grampa, she’ll say What did you do when the wars began, These resource wars that never end? Did you protest until your arrest? Or did you only talk with your friends? Grampa, she’ll say What did you do when the wars began? Chorus Grampa, she’ll say Why did you move so far from your parents? To work or go to school? Didn’t you know then how little you’d see them, Or think of the cost and the fuel? Grampa, she’ll say, Why did you move so far away? Chorus Grampa, she’ll say When they said the economy must grow and grow Didn’t you know these were lies? Every child knows when a plant in small a pot Keeps getting bigger it dies. Gramp, she’ll say Didn’t you know these were lies? Chorus Grampa she’ll say I forgive you, you know For you suffered more than me. I’m happy here with mama and papa, The bunnies and squirrels and hemlock trees. That’s what I hope she’ll say When she talks to me. But what will she really think of me? What will she say about the way I lived my life?

Chasing the American Dream Dreaming about getting out of the chase Relaxing in the sun With your retirement fund It’s the American Dream Hoping to live before you die Hoping to give your kids what money can buy Getting ahead with a Chance to live better than Nine-five percent of the rest. We have to wake up from that American Dream It’s a nightmare for the rest of us We have to wake up from that American Dream It’s a nightmare for the world The white picket fence is now a gaited community Plymouth wagon now an SUV The stay-at-home mom Is now an immigrant nanny Who left her own children behind In a country that is racked with war Poverty and so much more Her country went bankrupt Pursuing development Pursuing the American Dream So wake up from that American Dream It’s a nightmare for most of us We have to wake up from that American Dream It’s a nightmare for the world The American Dream is fading away “Good riddance” is what I say Working together Like sister and brother We’ll build another new dream Where no one need to be ahead of the rest No one has to be left in the dust Embracing simplicity Building community We’ll have security at last If we wake up from that old American Dream It’s a nightmare for all of us We have to wake up from that old American Dream It’s a nightmare for the world It’s been a nightmare for the world!!!

A young girl from the projects Learning the ways of the world Wanting to have what others have Longing to belong, to live this song of Consumption, addiction, consumption. There’s always someone at the door To lure you in, more and more He says he’s a friend, and he will lend A hand, or an ear, or a grand To buy what you need To sell or to feed your addiction To consumption, addiction, consumption Sooner or later you have to pay. Who will keep the loan shark at bay? There’s always someone to give you protection If you sell what you have to those with addiction to consumption Just do what they say Sell your body and the Johns will pay And the pimp will keep the loan shark away And you live out your life as a slave To consumption, addiction, consumption addiction, consumption addiction consumption, addiction, consumption A young man from the suburbs Learning the ways of the world Wanting to have what others have Longing to belong, to live this song of Consumption, addiction, consumption. There’s always someone at the door To lure you in, more and more He says he’s a friend, and he will lend A hand, or an ear, or a hundred grand To pay your tuition To set up your life of addiction To consumption, addiction, consumption Sooner or later you have to pay. Who will keep the bank at bay? There’s always a company to give you protection If you sell what you have to those with addiction to consumption Just do what they say Sell your soul and the company will pay And your credit card will keep the bank away And you live out your life as a slave To consumption, addiction, consumption addiction, consumption addiction consumption addiction, consumption A country from the Global south Learning the ways of the world Wanting to have what others have Longing to belong, to live this song of Consumption, addiction, consumption. There’s always someone at the door To lure you in, more and more They say theye’re a friend, and they will lend A hand, or an ear, or a million grand To develop your nation Join the globalization of consumption, addiction, consumption Sooner or later you have to pay. Who will keep the Wolrd Bank at bay? The IMF will give you protection If you sell what you have to those with addiction to consumption Just do what they say Sell your people to sweatshops and the North will pay And the IMF will keep the World Bank away And everyone lives like a slave To consumption, addiction, consumption addiction, consumption addiction consumption addiction Co

Looking out on slopes and hills Forest covers the land Only from this granite knoll Can be seen the valley below Once the slopes were shorn To make fields for the family cow Stones moved to the edges To make ready for the plow Then looking out on slopes and hills Grasses covered the land One could see from anywhere The slopes and hills and valleys below Soon there will be views again The valley will be bare Forest fed into the fires Fueling our desires Then looking out on slopes and hills Fences scarring the land Dividing food from biofuel On slopes and hills and valley below But this will be a passing phase The trees will grow once more I wonder who, or maybe what Will be standing here Looking out on slopes and hills Forest covering the land Only from this granite knoll Will be seen the valley below

Chorus So far, so good, so far, so good, Pickin’ up speed like we thought we would So far, so good, so far, so good, Movin’ right along, it feels so good, Till we go bump A con man says he always pays off Be it Greenspan, or Bernie Madoff You look at the record, the money always grows You look at credentials, he’s one of the pros So you get out your money, you decide to invest Life seems good, in fact, it’s the best, singing Chorus Consumer confidence is all we need Consumer confidence, with a little bit of greed Just trust in the market, suppress all your fears Home double in value every ten years So make your house bigger, the credit is flowing The economy is growing, and growing and growing, singing Chorus A con man needs your confidence Just like Greenspan, but it makes no sense They say the system is healthy, it’s hearty and hale It’s bigger than all of us, it’s too big to fail, But our economy is like a ponzi scam And the government is like the proverbial man, singing Chorus

We all began as a single cell That divided, grew and grew. From cell to fetus, from fetus to child, We grew and grew, Then adolescent, then adult The miracle of growth at play; From one to thirty trillion cells, But then we stayed that way. All life honors limits to growth at adulthood, All systems honor limits to growth at maturity. What would a grown up economy look like? Intricate, stable, rich, diverse. What would an old growth society look like? Having a nitch in the universe. What would a grown up economy look like? Using only what others leave. What would an old growth society look like? Leaving only what others use. All life honors limits to growth at adulthood, All systems honor limits to growth at maturity. Continuous progress no longer the answer; It’s the problem. Continuous growth no longer the answer; It’s the problem, Like reindeer on an island Or algae in a pond, Or cancer in the body. We need another paradigm! All life honors limits to growth at adulthood, All systems honor limits to growth at maturity. Continuous growth, no longer the answer; Continuous growth is what we call cancer, We all began as a single cell that divided, grew and grew; From cell to fetus, from fetus to child We grew, and grew. Then adolescent, then adult; The miracle of growth at play, From one to thirty trillion cells. But then we stayed that way. All life honors limits to growth at adulthood, All systems honor limits to growth at maturity. What would a grownup economy look like?

We walk for the children, and for our children’s children We walk for the little ones, the weak and the small We walk now together to gather our courage To create a new future of life for us all We have fouled the air, water, land and sea The problems not just others, but also you and me We must find a way of living that doesn’t leave a mess We must give the earth some time to heal, we must learn to live with less We fret about the economy, we say that times are tough But when you measure life with money, there will never be enough Our basic needs are simple, food, shelter, love If we each used only what we needed, all would have enough We fear the stranger, we avoid the unknown We surround ourselves with folks just like us, we worship with our own If we got outside our culture, saw ourselves through other’s eyes, We might see some things that needed to be changed about our lives If we lived more simply, without all our stuff If we shared what had so that others had enough If we welcomed the foreigner and sought after peace Then there’d be no one we had to fear, the cause of war would cease