Saturday, 17 April 2010

There is a dark cloud 35,000 feet above Europe

There is a dark cloud 35,000 feet above Europe
And an eerie calm
The wind has vanished
The planes aren’t flying
The volcano’s still spewing
Dust and ash into the atmosphere above our heads
[But no one is mourning]
No one is asking for the mysterious mighty breath
To blow the dark cloud west

There is a dark cloud 35,000 feet above Europe
And it's not going away
The build up of pressure from the land of ice
Is now too much – and oh my
[The debt cannot be borne]
An eruption: the northern land is an angry man
Casting his shadow on those with more money in their pockets
Whilst the countless nameless die daily in the south
A mighty interruption ensues …

... A journey though five countries
Eleven hours, light and night
A city break, station and motion
Countless nameless people scrabbling to get back home
Queries, tickets and stuff, and hours and hours of news
Counting the cost and the ripping off
No parliament, no union, no summit
No one who has the power to say, enough is enough!

There is a dark cloud 35,000 feet above Europe
Today in Brussels from the window of a slowly moving train
I saw nearly naked woman after woman posing in shop after shop window
I was on my way to the El Greco exhibition
Where I would consider in the gallery's artificial light his masterpiece
The Disrobing of Christ
Red light, broad daylight, the night is narrow field to be buried alive in
The turning of wheels on the rail way track seemed to beat out the lie
[There is no wrong, it matters not]
As the ticket touts, the bankers, the people traffickers all proudly line up

On my way back I saw them still bending and swaying behind the glass
And oh my [No one is mourning]
The eerie calm deepens
The dust and ash descends
For God’s sake Europeans, let us look up!
And ask for the mysterious breath
To cancel the debt
And blow the dark mighty cloud
As far as the east is from the west

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