Distant Early Warning

An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain
There’s no swimming in the heavy water
No singing in the acid rain
Red alert
Red alert
It’s so hard to stay together
Passing through revolving doors
We need someone to talk to
And someone to sweep the floors

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg 
And I worry about you…

Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Take a page from the red book
Keep them in your sights
Red alert
Red alert
Left and rights of passage
Black and whites of youth
Who can face the knowledge
That the truth is not the truth?


Absalom, Absalom, Absalom

Lyrics: Neil Peart
Music: Rush
From the album: Grace Under Pressure.

Terra Firma

Terra Firma

The earth, what a beautiful planet
Look around you’ll see what I mean
A setting-sun, glowing moon
All nature in between.
Like a square peg in a round hole
Is the human race
We waste, exploit and poison –
This beautiful place.


The earths resources are finite
Do we really need to be told
Because we believe it will never happen
We continue arrogant and bold.
So when it’s too late for our children’s children
And a new order of disorder takes hold
Will the meek then inherit the earth
Or will the human race just grow cold.

Will the blue planet in space still be shining?
A wondrous sight to be sure
As the universe breathes a sigh of relief
When humanity exists no more.

Mark Catlin 2012.

Dawn Breaks

Dawn Breaks
(On the eve of our deconstruction)

Mesmerised by vanity
bordering on insanity
The search for inner beauty is lost.
Broken down to complacency
Lost in this beaurocracy
The demands of an individual are gone.

Waiting for a godot
Looking too hard at shadows
Knowing thats all we are
Of what we were

The path is set forth so clearly
But some refuse to see it
Their minds are firmly closed
Even to the truth

It can’t be very long now
The last songs will all be sung
Any chance of a saviours’ appearance
Will be lost.

Say goodbye to all that once was
Steel for all to be lost – just a bitter taste
In the memory of time.

Mark Catlin–2013