In legend, Ixion was a bounder who murdered his father in law, made eyes at Hera when Zeus had him over for dinner, and had a child through an illicit union with a cloud. No wonder he ended up pinned to a fiery wheel for all eternity, as Blyth Power recall in the song we've adapted here. Perhaps such a punishment might deter those who fail to respect the waste hierarchy...
Peter - vocals, guitar • Steve - bass • Ian - keyboard • Mark - backing vocals • Ann - backing vocals • Pete - drums
lyrics
Some people think a landfill is an enchanted place
Where all the things they throw away
Are magically erased
There’s the people who’ll incinerate anything that burns
And once it goes up the flue
It’s none of their concern
CHORUS:
When you throw stuff in the bin
It never really goes away
Are we ever going to learn that recycling pays?
Keeps material going round in circles forever
A truckload of contaminated dry recycling
May pass the MRF gate but lowers your rate
And isn’t worth anything
If you can accept cartons, and pots and tubs and trays
And small WEEE at the kerbside
You’re heading the right way
CHORUS
If you must write waste policies make sure you underline
Preventing waste is always best
With reuse not far behind
Recycling is up above what happens to refuse
Try to bin only the things that you must
It’s up to you to choose
