Blue Room

 
When I came through, you were in the Blue Room
The screens behind you were all aglow
You requisitioned circuits from Oklahoma
You calculated the co-ordinates, 
but you couldn't let anybody know

  I didn't mean to say, oh I didn't mean to suggest 
  Oh no, can you tell me what the hell can I do
  I think I'm going to war with you

When I met you in the garden
I didn't even know your name
I saw the way the moonlight danced in your eyes
Like two perfect silver flames

  I didn't mean to say, oh I didn't mean to suggest
  Oh no, what can I do 
  I think I'm falling in love with you...

    We could fly away
    Lie in the grass, touch the Milky Way
    Sit in the desert holding hands 
    We could conquer distant lands
    Watch them all fall back into the sand
    And our lives are drifting away through our hands

You were up among the angels
Delivering the assets for some little skirmish over the sea
You were assigned to the estates and shopping centres
I called you on the radio, but I could not make you see

  I didn't mean to say, oh I didn't mean to suggest
  Oh no, can you tell me what to do
  I think I'm going to war with you

When I finally found you on the hillside
You were sheltered up close to the wall
I ran quickly through the smoke with a blanket
I only wanted to keep you warm

  I didn't mean to say, oh I didn't mean to suggest
  Oh no, what can I do
  I think I'm falling in love with you...

    We could fly away
    Lie in the grass, touch the Milky Way
    Sit in the desert holding hands 
    We could conquer distant lands
    Watch them all fall back into the sand
    And our lives are drifting away through our hands
 
Notes
I misread a phrase in a book called 'Postmodern
War' by Chris Hables Gray. He was talking about
the nerve centres of the military machine. A 
'Blue Room' seemed to sum up the situation
quite nicely. A dark place of screens and 
models, all glowing and pulsing as the action
takes place. 

Then I got to thinking of the people who would
work there. How could I ever get to see inside?
Only by 'remote viewing' as the military folks call it - 
by telepathy! Something into which they have apparently 
poured some millions of tax dollars. Someone loves these 
B52 pilots, male or female as they may be. Could you?
Image from WW11 US recruitment poster.