Live in trees,
live in trees,
live suspended in beauty from
branches of ash, cedar, or beech.
Live in trees,
live in trees,
live in low-impact dwellings
as part of eco-centric communities.
Live anywhere that’s a far cry from the neat, clean, plundering streets,
Amazon-gleaning, with drains bleeding bleach.
Live in trees cos they’re gorgeous.
Live in trees cos they’re strong.
Spend your time farming food and playing the fool,
because that’s all you’ll have to do.
Live in trees,
live in trees,
live in trees,
please!
Live in trees,
live in trees,
live in small woodland clearings,
live in straw bales, benders, and yurts.
Live in trees,
live in trees,
take on the green ethos of sustainable beliefs,
the only ones in reach of all of those too poor to afford a piece of concrete.
Live in trees that give oxygen.
Live in trees that stop floods.
Get a panel on your roof,
let your loo feed the roots,
sleep soundly with bugs in your rugs.
Live in trees,
live in trees,
live in trees,
please!
Do your best,
and when you’ve left
jostling head-aching commuter belt death
you’ll understand acutely why you are blessed
to be free of inner-city debates of race and hate
as your peers focus energy on sharing wealth.
When people ask about living in the canopy,
when you travel back to the bonds of Babylon
for the weddings and funerals of your former brethren,
you’ll paint them a picture that is close to utopia –
life surrounded by the living more fulfilling than ennui in leafy suburbia.
When you consider your world as you stare at the stars
in your hammock by the fire as it warms up your thighs,
you’ll sigh about the time that it took you to find
the reconnection with the earth and your primal desires.
When people ask about living in trees,
you’ll ask them to join
because there’s no need for greed
when life exists so mutually and beneficially,
when I support the tree and the tree supports me,
when I give it gases every time I speak
and it then produces the very air that I breathe.
You’ll preach because it’s a completely fulfilling relationship being a new man or new woman in a natural co-dependent cycle of life, watching the fat fruit growing ripe, eating it, and then fertilising its seeds…
So…
Live in trees,
live in trees,
enjoy your time
hanging with the people that you meet.
Live in trees,
live in trees,
climb to the top of an actual tree with leaves,
and just remember that you’re just passing through
your part of this life, but it’s not all about you –
use your brain and think,
and think about biology, politics, ecology
and the traps that get set for the masses of oppressed.
If you want to be clever, and classless, and free,
if you want to be clever, and classless, and free,
if you want to be clever, and classless, and free,
become a fucking peasant living up a tree.