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Pylons

They're so ugly, they're so ugly
-- But necessary, I suppose
For the light and sound of telly
And the drying of the clothes

For the humming of their amplifiers
Or the spinning of the disc
For the dripping of the coffee
And lettuce that's dependably crisp

From ice to the computer
The Daiquiri to the Net
They're always preaching "solar"
But it hasn't happened yet

For all their purported hazards
They're as vital as the sun
And if they take them down tomorrow
Then our way of life is gone

We're so dependent, we're so dependent
-- That was inevitable, I suppose
We're like a junkie and his needle
With our kilowatt overdose

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