Cat-Scan Hist'Ry - The Blue Aeroplanes

Moving back into the underworld

Nothing new can tell you how old you are

Or what’s planned

Burn land, drought land

Animals sink, animals stand

Soon to be divided, dispersed, flags unfurled

New lines drawn on the world

Sink pitch in tar, pour silicone rubber into the mould of the rock

Pull the model of its fossil, a gone-by friend

From the stone matrix to the brain case

Its death a computer graph of an unseen hand

Come fifty million years to a cat-scan

Face unknown, technology at a loss to explain a fever

Every bone in your arm revealed to the future as his

Shade of a notion, the ghost of a plan

To give up finally, in ourselves, the haunt of man

Burn land, drought land

Animals sink, animals stand