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From 'Beyond The Pale' (2002)

Nay sayers have existed since the dawn of time. When Columbus sailed most people probably didn't think the Earth was flat, but some still did. When Stalin brought his terrible wrath down on Russian social freedom, most people knew that this was not real socialism, just tyranny.

When a 21st century world-wide political movement implacably argues that manic human development at all costs is sustainable; all's well in Environment Land... people should see this as just ignorant and reprehensible denial of all that we have learned.

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FLAT EARTH

Columbus sailed into the west, went further than the rest
Heard the rumblings of the crew, it was 1492
And he cried to them: just listen to the mate
And show some faith in me
I say we’ll make it through

Hear the pounding of the drum, the edge is getting near
Sounds of tragedy to come, the smell of rising fear
Hear the whistle of the wind
And the whisper of the rig above
The edge is getting near, can’t you smell the fear

And I believe in God, do what the captain told me
But is he losing hold, I fear the cold
The chill of death

Stalin never counted cost, no matter what was lost
Heard the rumblings of the true, it was 1952
And he thundered out: your understanding’s wrong
I am too strong for you
You know you are too few

Hear the beating of the drum, the edge is getting near
Model communists to come, the smell of rising fear
Hear the howling of the wind
In the salt mines wearing thin and weak
The edge approaching

Bush has such a little mind, yeah even for his kind
Hears the rumbling of the earth, but how much is it worth?
And he lectures us:
Don’t listen to the propaganda handed out
I tell you now we won’t be hurt

Hear the beating of the drum, the edge is getting near
More catastrophe to come, the price of progress dear
Hear the whistle of the wind
And the whisper of the trees at night
A shell held to the ear

Hear the pounding of the drum, the trend becoming clear
More catastrophe to come, a meltdown drawing near
Hear the warning of the wind
And the crying of the trees at night
The edge is getting near, can you smell the fear
The edge is getting near, can you smell the fear

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from Writer's Mix (Vol​.​1), released October 2, 2012

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