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lyrics
The Last of the Analogue Age
The junk it yellows our complexion, the Liffey spray our aftershave
You see us hanging on the boardwalk against the cold light of day
Consumer eyes that looks right through us when we ask them for spare change
They despise our twisted faces when we've got gold dust in our veins
We’re not alive, we’re day dreaming, we drop like flies, and nobody’s grieving
We go for days without breathing
In anything that would resemble air and everything we find we share
A curse it fell upon this land & put bayonet to balloon
High streets fell to disrepair, buildings to tenamental ruins
We’re just threading water, drinking under Butt bridge after dark
We are the lost boys of Temple Street West, high on a bench in Croppies park
It’s an ideal, not a uniform, our way of life a consequence
Of being raised in no hope places, the great social experiment
A maze of young unmarried mothers, with one way in and no exit
You get the labour exchange lifers, our dead friends tattooed on our wrists
Through jobless nights we’re not sleeping
Through life’s red lights, we are creeping
Park bench prose our only reading
When there’ no plan to get us out of here
Another can will make it disappear
A curse it gripped this island
While you were float in the parade
Now everyone is acting like it is1848
But were still standing by the flag albeit blowing in the shade
We are the lost boys of Marlborough Street
Lit by the light of the arcades
We’re not alive, were day dreaming
We drop like flies, nobody’s grieving…
Looking for hidden treasure in the public coffers
In uncertain times, we are the only constant you’ll be offered
Bathed in the light of the arcade
We are the last of the analogue age
State sponsored wasted days
We are the last of the analogue age
Never made minimum wage
We are the last of the analogue age
Low-rise, low rent, low immune brigade
Lit by the light, lit up by the light of the arcade
We're not alive, we're day dreaming….
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