Braintax - Futureghost Lyrics
Braintax:We lost touch, wish I didnt think so muchWhat we hads now faded way beyond my clutchDrifted off with the wind, warm breeze through big streetsSummer time in the city but I feel weakThe airs thick round Oxford St., fountains running by Centre Pointwhere we used to meetIts all changed now since they paved the roadsAnd closed the area to traffic cos when bombs explode -Cars cause havocMeanwhile, in the area around Piccadilly where I first caught malariaFor 5 years we felt the temperature soarCaught a stale water droplet off a roof on my bottom lipYou can feel the air thick around your bodyThe sun looks hazy, enough to drive me crazyStop! Wait! Somebody quick I feel sickTheres poison in the air you need to get me fixed upNo food or drink please, Ill only sick it upNo credit down the oxygen shop, Ill have to stick it up!Theres something not quite right thoughPoliticians let it go and let it grow, now the fog glowsKinda eerie, the tourist trade dried up,The Japanese are home all wired-up - virtual holidaysSo why the f#@k dyou want to come here ?Its 2052 you could put a headset on and disappearWho me? Im just passing,Paying homage to my loved ones who were struck down in actionLike Lee and Lisa who were hi-tech geniusesThey robbed banks to fund the rallies for air rightsSabotaged the building of the London RoofLee fell from a crane and maimed Lisa on the way downFreefall, screaming their slogan - Tear the roof off !They scraped up the bodies for whatever that was proof offIts like The Day of the Triffids, the day the virus took a gripWorse than AIDS, reminiscent of the plague in 26And still throughout the city I can feel the devastationHeaded to the airport, beggars at the train stationCant accost me, they cant see me just my reflectionI scare souls setting off the sniffer dogsMessin up the x-ray detection I move unseenUntouchable spectre still I feel uncleanShanty towns fly by like spots of colourCorrugated iron makes a comeback this summerHeathrow looks grim, fields of tentsAnd families who cant remember if they came or wentHold my heaven-breath here cos I smell the scentH2O changed formula and floods the gents in terminal 4I pick through the mouldy floorIve seen enough here, going on my global tourSo my plane takes off from the sickly smokeIts just me, other ghosts and bunch of rich folkOn the last flight, heading off to die in peaceAnd see sunshine, I guess well all soon meetAs the air pressure changed I could feel the senseOf the water on my neck dripping down through the ventsI feel strange - somethings wrong here!Acid rain, cold as ice, see me slumped in the seatWondering how I died twice!?
