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Waves of Adrenaline: Music

The Ballad of Sally Shaw

(Waves of Adrenaline)
February 20, 2010
Bridget Ahrens/Alana Shaw

Ballad of Sally Shaw

Bridget Ahrens & Alana Shaw

 

Call me leftist, call me cranky

Something stinks at Vermont Yankee!

 

Where the mountains are green and the winters are cold

There’s a power plant that’s getting old

Those of us who live here have concern

The safety tests for this reactor

Need to add a big fudge factor

None of us would be surprised to learn.

 

Chorus:

Its pipes -- they leak

Its towers – they fall

Its dryers – they crack

And worst of all

The ones in charge, they say nothing’s amiss.

The wells, they glow

The leaks, they pool

Nuclear waste runs

By the school

Safety should trump corporate avarice.

 

 

Sally Shaw, she’s got some spark

No taste for glowing in the dark

She is not afraid to speak her mind

She’s got a kid, a garden too

She lives inside the plant’s milieu

It’s clear she has a nuclear ax to grind.

 

Call me leftist, call me cranky

Something stinks at Vermont Yankee!

 

MS degree beside her name

The NRC called, Sally came

A witness from Vermont to testify

She’d done the research, had the stats

Gave the scoop to those fat cats

Where profit lurks – the truth they just deny.

 

Thanks Ms. Shaw, the board did say

Now trot along, get on your way

We’ve got us some re-licensing to do

So Sally had to up the ante

Stop this unsafe power plant – e

With a handy pack of garden doo.

 

Her point dilute, Sal got emphatic

Something in her went dramatic

Stirred compost into his drinking glass –

The regulator cringed in fear

“It’s poisoning, so cavalier!

Where does this Vermonter get the brass?”

 

Chorus

 

Now Sally wears a scarlet C

A terrorist with farm debris

Because she had the gumption to insist

Everyone in Vermont oughta

Have un-tainted drinking water

Corporate money makers sure got pissed!

 

Call me leftist, call me cranky

Something stinks at Vermont Yankee!

 

Chorus reprise:

Its pipes -- they leak

Its towers – they fall

Its dryers – they crack

And worst of all

The ones in charge, they say nothing’s amiss.

The wells, they glow

The leaks, they pool

Nuclear waste runs

By the school

Let’s do like Sally did and say, Vermont won’t swallow this.