She told the old lady her list at Town Meeting was so long, that no one bothered to hear the words of her songs.
Grey skies are gonna clear up, we’re getting a bat-er-eee. They say it’s perfectly safe; safe for you and me. So wipe off your fears of gloom and tragedy, wipe off that frown… just as long as it’s on the other side of Concord Town!
If you’ve got “alota” nuclear waste… and W.R. Grace, don’t make haste, put it in the West. If you’ve got five 40-foot-long modular batteries, take it from me; put it in the West.
When you gonna put con-tam-in-a-tion? Easy! Just dump it in the West as ornamentation. Hey! Hey! To keep our town clean, keep it pristine, you know what I mean — wink, wink — just dump it in the West!
I know a town that bought contaminated W.R. Grace land, aside the Assabet River, why it bought the land — I’ll never understand; and I asked why? I know a town that bought contaminated W.R. Grace land. It bought the land, at the time, I didn’t understand. But now I know why. It bought the land and thought, how grand! They thought, “We’ll put all the things no one can stand to see, and we’ll put it on the far West Side of town so it will be ‘far away’ — easy!”
It bought the land for solar… how grand! Now this town would become the cleanest in the land. How simply grand!
But now the solar needed a helping hand. So they spent $10.3 million to buy a battery to support the solar, which sat on the contaminated W.R. Grace land; and they thought no one would see. No one — but me.
Mari Weinberg
Hillside Avenue