Futureghost

(Braintax:)

We lost touch, wish I didn't think so much

What we had's now faded way beyond my clutch

Drifted off with the wind, warm breeze through big streets

Summer time in the city but I feel weak

The air's thick round Oxford St., fountains running by Centre Point

where we used to meet

It's all changed now since they paved the roads

And closed the area to traffic cos when bombs explode -

Cars cause havoc

Meanwhile, in the area around Piccadilly where I first caught malaria

For 5 years we felt the temperature soar

Caught a stale water droplet off a roof on my bottom lip

You can feel the air thick around your body

The sun looks hazy, enough to drive me crazy

Stop! Wait! Somebody quick I feel sick

There's poison in the air you need to get me fixed up

No food or drink please, I'll only sick it up

No credit down the oxygen shop, I'll have to stick it up!

There's something not quite right though

Politicians let it go and let it grow, now the fog glows

Kinda eerie, the tourist trade dried up,

The Japanese are home all wired-up - virtual holidays

So why the f#@k d'you want to come here ?

It's 2052 you could put a headset on and disappear

Who me? I'm just passing,

Paying homage to my loved ones who were struck down in action

Like Lee and Lisa who were hi-tech geniuses

They robbed banks to fund the rallies for air rights

Sabotaged the building of the London Roof

Lee fell from a crane and maimed Lisa on the way down

Freefall, screaming their slogan - "Tear the roof off !"

They scraped up the bodies for whatever that was proof off



It's like The Day of the Triffids, the day the virus took a grip

Worse than AIDS, reminiscent of the plague in 26

And still throughout the city I can feel the devastation

Headed to the airport, beggars at the train station

Can't accost me, they can't see me just my reflection

I scare souls setting off the sniffer dogs

Messin up the x-ray detection I move unseen

Untouchable spectre still I feel unclean

Shanty towns fly by like spots of colour

Corrugated iron makes a comeback this summer

Heathrow looks grim, fields of tents

And families who can't remember if they came or went

Hold my heaven-breath here cos I smell the scent

H2O changed formula and floods the gents in terminal 4

I pick through the mouldy floor

I've seen enough here, going on my global tour

So my plane takes off from the sickly smoke

It's just me, other ghosts and bunch of rich folk

On the last flight, heading off to die in peace

And see sunshine, I guess we'll all soon meet

As the air pressure changed I could feel the sense

Of the water on my neck dripping down through the vents

I feel strange - something's wrong here!

Acid rain, cold as ice, see me slumped in the seat

Wondering how I died twice!?