Song # 4 Toxic Surfer
Co-write with Peter Geach

In South Africa we have quite a unique method of recycling. We have these guys who come "surfing" down our streets on homemade trolleys on a Monday morning. They go through our wheelie bins. Mainly routing for plastic recyclable plastic. They then take their haul to the depot and trade it in for a few Rands. Pete gave me a poem about these guys and this is the song that was produced. I will try and get a photo on Monday of someone with their buffalo bag full to brimming with plastic bottles.

Feedback appreciated.

TOXIC SURFER



Photo credit: Jeff Harrisberg

Lyrics:
You walk for miles and miles
dirty bag in tow
Your flat bed trolly keeping pace
Tiny wheels spin like tops in the toughs
Gripping hard on the crests

Clack KD Clack goes the toxic surfer
Clack KD clack down the road
always room for another
plastic vessel
Before you merchandise your load


A plastic junkie in your helmet balaclava
Reclaimed takkies for brakes
No time to drink no time to smoke
Your street of wheelie bins awaits

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