Simon Armitage - A Vision lyrics

The future was a beautiful place, once. Remember the full-blown balsa-wood town on public display in the Civic Hall. The ring-bound sketches, artists' impressions, blueprints of smoked gla** and tubular steel, board-game suburbs, modes of transportation like fairground rides or executive toys. Cities like dreams, cantilevered by light. And people like us at the bottle-bank next to the cycle-path, or dog-walking over tended strips of fuzzy-felt gra**, or model drivers, motoring home in electric cars, or after the late show - strolling the boulevard. They were the plans, all underwritten in the neat left-hand of architects – a true, legible script. I pulled that future out of the north wind at the landfill site, stamped with today's date, riding the air with other such futures, all unlived in and now fully extinct.