Hobbled from Poets' Day by The Chickpea Darlings
"The seven months I spent thinking of a pleasing rhyme for 'nineties' were among the most tortuous of my life." - Huw.
Tracklist
| 1. | Hobbled | 3:23 |
Lyrics
Words:
You children of the seventies
Your dreams of peace and plenty
Are just quaint relics of the past
Crude sixties propaganda
From which you won’t recover
Guess we didn’t build you guys to last
We had you hobbled from the start
We put our bar code on your heart
We had you hobbled from the start
You children of the eighties
My God, you poor, poor babies
Never have a home to call your own
Weak bones and self-obsession
A half-baked education
I somehow feel responsible
We had you hobbled from the start
We put our bar code on your heart
We had you hobbled from the start
You children of the nineties
You shake your skinny heinies
Hoping the world will love you more
But our new technology
Stole all your creativity
Tell me what’s left to love you for?
We had you hobbled from the start
We put our bar code on your heart
We had you hobbled from the start
We shattered both your ankles
We bound you up in shackles
We had you hobbled from the start
It will not happen in our lifetime
Nothing ever does
God bless the children
Credits
Written by Huw Darling.
License
All rights reserved.
Middle-aged bedroom miserablists with C86-ish tendencies, The Chickpea Darlings have seen the future and don't care for the cut of its jib. Their dry-as-a-biscuit pop vignettes provide the perfect soundtrack for speculating on the madness to come. Viva Donald Trump, global warming & the death of democracy. Viva the Darlings.