Busy monster eats dark holes in the spirit world

Meli and I heard a terrible song on the radio this morning, the kind of song that makes you want to memorize a line or two so you can google it later and find out who did it. It turned out to be "If A Tree Falls" by Bruce Cockburn, reproduced below in lyric form. The chorus is sort of sung, but the verses are just spoken. Not slammed, just spoken, like a crazy homeless man muttering to himself at a bus stop.

By the way, I know I only alluded to slam poetry in passing just now, but I've decided that any time anyone, including me, references slam poetry in my presence, I'm going to interject this, so here it is: I fucking hate slam poetry.

Hey everybody, let's save the environment!

Rain forest
Mist and mystery
Teeming green
Green brain facing labotomy
Climate control centre for the world
Ancient cord of coexistence
Hacked by parasitic greedhead scam -
From Sarawak to Amazonas
Costa Rica to mangy B.C. hills -
Cortege rhythm of falling timber.

What kind of currency grows in these new deserts,
These brand new flood plains?

If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear?
If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear?
Anybody hear the forest fall?

Cut and move on
Cut and move on
Take out trees
Take out wildlife at a rate of species every single day
Take out people who've lived with this for 100,000 years -
Inject a billion burgers worth of beef -
Grain eaters - methane dispensers.

Through thinning ozone,
Waves fall on wrinkled earth -
Gravity, light, ancient refuse of stars,
Speak of a drowning -
But this, this is something other.
Busy monster eats dark holes in the spirit world
Where wild things have to go
To disappear
Forever

If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear?
If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear?
Anybody hear the forest fall?