"THE DAMNDEST FINEST DAY"
BY HO-OH
"Put me somewhere west of Phoenix where there's nothing left but dust,
Where the lads are all a hustlin and where everything's gone bust,
Where the people that are standing sort of blink and blindly stare,
at the damndest finest day ever gazed on anywhere.
Bully men - McManhon and all - through the night i've heard you call sort of sorry for each other 'cause you had to burn and fall,
from UOP to CDM, you're a godforsaken mess; But the Damndest Finest Day- nothin' more or nothin' less.
The strangers who come rubberin' and a hunting souvenirs,
The fools they try to tell us it will take a million years before we can get started, so why don't we come to live and build our homes and factories upon land they've got to give.
'Got to give!' Why on my soul, I would rather bore a hole and live right in the ashes than even move to Atlanta's mole,
If they'd all give me the pick of their buildin's proud and slick,
on the damndest finest day still I'd rather be a brick!"
- HO-OH, PHOENIX, 2010 (WITH APOLOGIES TO L.W. HARRIS, SAN FRANCISCO,
1906)