Thomas Dolby. The Flat Earth. Dissidents. Zeneszám

One more young writer slid away in the night

Over the border he will drown in light


Hold it - wait a minute
I can't read my writing, my own writing!

Like tiny insects in the palm of history


A domino effect in a cloud ofmystery
My writing is an iron fist

In a glove full of vaseline


Dip the fuse in the kerosene

I too become a dissident


Courting disaster we ran in the night
Check it - verify it
Wings of an angel torn in flight





It's all here in writing, down in writing!
At the hands of the press

And in the eyes of the government
I fell from grace


I too became a dissident


Like tiny insects in the palm of history
A domino effect and an early end to this story


My writing is an iron fist in a glove full of vaseline
But dip the fuse in the kerosene

I too become a dissident.