Transcript

NICK DRAKE:

We were born in your dream of the future. Released by fire, we ascended the winding stairs of the smokestacks until we reached the orange sunrise and the blue sky. No one waved goodbye. One saw us go.

We were uncountable and invisible. One way or another, we were carried north in the hands of the winds on the wheels of the rivers by the generosity of the ocean. And when we arrived at the cold top of the world, it felt like home sweet home. And we waited in the long darkness until at last the first light of the year transmuted us out of thin air and we came to rest in ice and snow and black water.

Now we accumulate and magnify in the cells of fish, in the eggs of birds, in the warm coats of seals and bears. And in the wombs of mothers, we concentrate so the faces of the future take on our features. And we sing our names into the ears of the unborn-- PCB, POP, DDT, magnesium, technetium, mercury.