Oh Eyjafjallajokull glacier,
Your miles of pristine ice shine in the sun,
The glimmer of the untouched wilderness,
Sings out to my soul.
And then ...
Rumble,
Rumble,
Rumble,
Rumble ...
BOOM!
Oh Eyjafjallajokull volcano,
Your plume of smoke and ash blasted into the stratosphere,
The sun glimmers off grounded airliners,
The people sleeping in the terminal,
The train stations of Europe over flowing...
Oh Eyjafjallajokull volcano,
You have made Europe and island again,
Cut off from the world.
"Where will we get food?" they ask.
Where did they get food from before?
Does food grow in Europe?
Oh Eyjafjallajokull volcano,
You will make glorious farmers out of foreign travelers,
You will remand them all to a forgone age,
The age of "no airplanes" ... so long ago.
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i like this:)... maybe Bjork could sing it over some sick beats and Michel Gondry can make a neat video?...do they grow food in Europe?
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