Traveling only by dog team the first ten years of my life And so, the changes are huge! Um... You know the... The ice is forming much later in the fall, I mean, we're still boating in November But most air pollution results from human activities, such as energy use and agriculture Not only in Nunavik, in Northern Quebec where I come from, but in Nunavut as well And so, the changes are great in terms of the ice And you have to understand that ice, for us, is mobility and transportation With a pollution cloud hanging over this country from the Russian border in the far Northeast all the way down to the central cities of Chongqing and Chengdu A sweep of a few thousand kilometers or so Of course, underneath the cloud, live hundreds of millions of people, and they are Currently struggling with the impact of this toxic air on their lives and livelihoods The coast is eroding, the permafrost is melting very rapidly So that creates infrastructure problems Where we've even had to relocate certain homes in my region... to another place Describes the apocalyptic impacts of climate change And how climate change will render the Earth uninhabitable by the end of the century We're the number one energy producer in the world It's tremendous wealth... I'm not gonna lose that wealth I'm not gonna lose it on, on, dreams and windmills Which, frankly, aren't working too well I'm not gonna lose it. I'm an environmentalist, a lot of people don't understand that And we've ended the war on beautiful, clean, coal; one of our great natural resources And very important for our defense, coal Very important for our defense, because we have it Do you believe that uh, there, that we should even be discussing climate change? We are now at a very strange moment, and that is, we have virtually an entire political Party that is rejecting basic science And the science is no longer in doubt But it's about wind and solar, and the claim that we could shift the grid to rely on Renewables like wind a solar and be okay, and you say that's not possible I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe That is the only plan that... That resolution will not pass the senate And you can take that back to whoever sent you And, I know what I'm doing, so, you know, maybe people should listen a little bit Look, there are a bunch of scientists who feel that this is a problem I hear what you're saying, but we're the people who voted for you You're supposed to listen to us And that maybe we can do something about CO2 emissions How old are you? George Will, a columnist, wrote recently that back in the 70's A bunch of scientists felt we were moving toward an ice age, so, look I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe We even need to stop eating hamburgers, though Ocasio Cortez's chief of staff was just caught downing one for dinner the other night Biomass, burning wood, and fossil fuels kill About seven million people a year from smoke I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe We need your leadership Well, you know better than I do So I think some day you should run for the senate, then we can do it your way I will We have a letter for you By that time, by that time It doesn't matter, we're the ones gonna be impacted, we're the ones gonna be impacted I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe Texas Republican Lamar Smith is the chair of the House Science Committee And has received more than $600,000 from the oil and gas industry And we announced our withdrawal from the Paris Climate Accord

Where did all the green go, mother? Is it lost forever? I can’t see the sun And it’s so hard for us to breathe The rain hurts my skin And my eyes burn in the air If there’s a place apart from this Mother, tell me where Why did it come to this? Tell me, who is there to blame? Are their pockets filled with shame? Greed, it closed our eyes When we thought we looked so tall But instead we’ve doomed us all The kids all smoke now Anymore, they just don't care The heat, it slows me down But I can't afford to think Green eyes, shut your mouth Cause there's nothing left to say The trees are coming down Brittle like our bones Why did it come to this? Tell me, who is there to blame? Are their pockets filled with shame? Greed, it closed our eyes When we thought we looked so tall But instead we’ve doomed us all You gently strangle me But I can't live without your hands Cruel in your pain, oh violence Cancer in your sacred lungs Water water, everywhere But not a drop is left to drink Our bed, made not for sleeping A lovely final resting place

Maybe it's a Greyhound bus Coming to pick you up Maybe it's a pickup truck Waiting on the getaway run Maybe it's Johnny Law Got a warrant out for your arrest Maybe it's your two damn feet Gotta run down the God damn street Come on, baby Let's save maybe For tomorrow For tomorrow Maybe it's just too late Went and made your stake Maybe it's just too late Went and dug yourself a nice grave Shot yourself in the foot Better not even try to run Johnny Law catching up to you Can't even make a try Come on, baby Let's save maybe For tomorrow For tomorrow Stuck here in this old small town Can't even get your boots off the ground Stuck here in this little world Can't even make a decent run [Stand and defend while you're trying to sleep] [The colors are gone but they're there in your dreams] [It's raining again but the pavement is dry] [You can't figure out what makes a man cry] Come on, baby Let's save maybe For tomorrow For tomorrow

Behind closed eyes sits a man at a grand piano Silent to the outside world He plays his music for himself And the birds He sits alone surrounded by unfinished art And he stares at his glass hand He keys a Sleepsong Never to be heard again And he did nothing to deserve this Did he now? He tried to touch the sky Look where he is now He tried to write the world So he would not forget He tried to write his song Before the music left The chorus fills his head The words flow back and forth in twisting rhymes But all the sound is muted by A solid wall up in his mind He cries and screams He knows he would do anything But his voice is lost to all And it looks like his times over And it looks like he's tried everything And it looks like now he's sober From his twisted view of reality And he did nothing to deserve this Did he now? He tried to touch the sky Look where he is now

We're gonna fucking die There's a carnival of idiots Preaching lies through your TV screen They know something more they don't want us to know They'll lie just to keep us at ease The only thing left is my coffee breath And the word on the underground They'll run us in circles and they'll tie us up Oh Lord, it's a long way down Stay up late with the people I hate A hostage in my own house All these things I don't appreciate Lord, I want it to go down There's a carnival of idiots Got the sheep begging on their knees My eyes are sore, I don't know anymore They're lyin' saying what they please The only thing left is the treble clef And the thrum of a minor C I love that feeling when my ears start to pound Oh God, it's a wonderful sound Stay up late with the people I hate A hostage in my own house All these things I don't appreciate Lord, I want it to go down

The path the kids knew Cut through the forest Grown over now Too thick for clumsy feet Winds tired Lost in it's own wake Bloodslick, screaming clarity Who were we, then? Emboldened, sugar pills swallowed for our strength Stained to our wrists From the products of our hands A beaten testament to how it's name was made Forgotten in the gloom Nostalgia, smoking up the room And no, never to move on When all the songs are Hymns of futility To go, and live a life long Planting roots and Hospitality And no, never to move on When all the songs are Hymns of futility In all the notes we wrote in a better hope Closing on a home, built of better bones (To go, and live a life long) Were you the one throwing stones? Breaking windows, let it go where the wind blows? (Planting roots and) And did you hear him then, saying better words? To go away and feel for a better verse, (Hospitality) Or fuck it all, for a better hearse?