In the closing hours of 2010, perhaps as a result of watching too many retrospectives on TV, I came up with (yet) another rant which I titled "Eye of the storm" on the basis that I can sense serious upheaval on the way as a result of the mess that we baby-boomers have made of things. The song focuses on attitudes and behaviours rather than climate etc, and so it should contain its own answers (just reverse the sentiments/actions of each line for the way forward). There is a video of the song here . Alternatively there is a link to an MP3 of it on
this page .

As for the lyrics they are alsom on the video but here they are anyway:

When the students abandon the lecture halls
While illiterate role models thrive
When it's fun to be senseless on Saturday
And go sick just when Monday arrives
When the dreams of the millions are crumbling
While the towers of ivory stand
When news hounds chase the latest celebrity
While celebrities chase the next brand
    It's no use then just turning your face away
    And pretending that this is the norm
    This is no blip on history's weathermap
    This is only the eye of the storm

When historical drama is favourite
But the lessons of history lost
Making promises easier than keeping them
In the rush to be first past the post
When we tell people only what's good for them
And we're angered when truth sees the light
When we cut every tall poppy down to size
And our privilege we claim as our right
    It's no use now to care who will win the race
    It no longer depends on the form
    This is no blip on history's weathermap
    This is only the eye of the storm

Meeting friends face to face is superfluous
Yet with hundreds of friends we're alone
When suspicion greets anyone different
Showing tolerance just for our own
When we trust doctrine more than experience
And supposed common sense becomes scarce
When the young claim a future of hopelessness
And the old claim that youth is a curse
    It's no use trying to lock up your castles now
    And pretend all is cosy and warm
    This is no blip on history's weathermap
    This is only the eye of the storm

When the clueless text votes for the talentless
Then to lead us we choose among drones
We have no doves to point to some promised land
Only vultures to circle our bones
When you're guilty for voicing opinions
And no room left for any dissent
Any faith will offend faithless millions
And what's said is worth more than what's meant
    You can't say then it's nothing to do with you
    You can neither abstain nor conform
    This is no blip on history's weathermap
    This is only the eye of the storm

Of course, I don't expect everyone to sympathise with the sentiments therein - I hold a very individual line in the matter of faith, for example - but perhaps you'll find enough to agree with. And anyway, I am only "voicing opinions"!