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I see this song as a bleak image of the cold war.
"What's inside the silo; can it fly? A needle in the haystack To crack the sky
The feet of marching men Beat down the fields of last chances As scarecrows in amber waves of grain Grin exchanging glances"
I think this is a depiction of "ancient" missiles sitting in silos in the Midwest.
I see this song as a bleak image of the cold war.
"What's inside the silo; can it fly? A needle in the haystack To crack the sky
The feet of marching men Beat down the fields of last chances As scarecrows in amber waves of grain Grin exchanging glances"
I think this is a depiction of "ancient" missiles sitting in silos in the Midwest.