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The Future's Not Ours

from Last of the Analogue Age by A Lazarus Soul

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The Futures not ours

I was the youngest of nine children in a pebble dashed and brown
Loud & over crowded, level entry two up, two down
My Father worked to feed his family and in all weathers he went
to work at 5a.m & he worked every hour God sent
My Mother was a strong willed woman, tried to keep us off the street
But the deterrent of parental guilt, it never worked on me
When I was just a little boy, I asked he what I’d grow to be
She said if you don’t change your ways, you’ll end up in that factory
I never did,
I never answered as a kid, what I’d like to be when I grew up a general operative
Haunted by lost opportunities, all their hopes that I have killed
Ah the pain, the realisation, I’m almost forty & unskilled
My life is a catalogue of addiction, interspersed with my minor convictions

But I’m still here drinking on the same corner you know
The same weather beaten face that stood here twenty years ago
They will claim that Jesus answered all their candles & their prayers
That’s why I never got promoted to the league of the big players.
One day everyone was loaded, everyone was doing great
But the silver plates transformed this place into a desolate landscape
I never did,
I never answered as a kid, what I’d like to be when I grew up a general operative
What I’d like to be when I grew up, a general operative
Not a brother, not a sister utters a word in my defense
Now my only source of comfort is 3.7 per cent

I stumble through these streets stinking of cider
to this world I’m forever the outsider, the black sheep.
The futures not ours………

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from Last of the Analogue Age, released October 17, 2014

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