Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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Which I depend on most of all

Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear the call?

Please let these crops grow tall

Long enough I've been up on skid row

And it's plain to see, I've nothin' to show

I'm glad to pay those union dues

Just don't judge me by my shoes

Scarecrow and a yellow moon

Pretty soon the carnival on the edge of town

King harvest has surely come

Last year, this time, wasn't no joke

My whole barn went up in smoke

My horse Jethro, well he went mad

And I can't remember things bein' that bad

Then here come a man with a paper and a pen

Tellin' us our hard times are about to end

And then, if they don't give us what we like

He said, "Men, that's when you gotta go on strike"

Corn in the fields

Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water

King Harvest has surely come

Written by The Band.

Dusk draped in warm amber hues, urban decay meeting the promise of revival.

The town hall pulsed with anticipation. Rows of folding chairs flanked by hand painted signs; "HOUSING IS A RIGHT," "BUILD GREEN, NOT GREY," "COMMUNITY OVER CORPORATIONS", offered a patchwork of purpose. Light filtered through dusty windows, catching on floating motes like the ghosts of forgotten ordinances. Locals, activists, and hopefuls gathered shoulder to