40000ftAnon here.. anyone else concerned by this?

Future proves past, seems way off the mark.

The Flame - Icehouse (1986)

On the edge of the city

In the dust of the daylight

There's a place

Where the truth cannot hide

There's no hell and no heaven

No sense in believing

All you have is your hope

And your pride

Rusting iron, bricks and paper

Hold each other for shelter

So you sleep

And you call it home

You may just hear

The sound of the calm

Before the storm

In my heart of the country

Far away from the town

Working day after day

In the factories and mines

And your name is a number

And your color is black

It's the color of midnight

And coal

Well, the young men are restless

And the old men are tired

Always working for nothing

And being alone

You can feel the heat of the calm

Before the storm

Well, you can move a mountain

And shut out the sky

You can put out the fire

But the flame won't die

As the smoke settles slowly

And the crowd clears away

The shouting is over

They have nothing to say

Nineteen voices of silence

Lying dead in the street

Nineteen voices are still now

Ten thousand will fight

And you might know the voice of the calm

Before the storm