[Intro] [Solitary, urgent acoustic guitar strumming in 6/8 meter] [High, wailing Celtic fiddle line slides in with tape delay] [Floor toms enter like a rolling march, dynamic volume swells] [Verse 1] [Driving rhythm, vocal raw and grounded like Glen Hansard / The Script] Cobblestones slick with the Atlantic brine under my boot Young lad at the corner preaching crypto and substitute Holding up a rectangle that calculates his daily worth While I remember when you found your measure in the earth Everything is virtual, frictionless, sterile, and polite Nobody bleeds into their knuckles in an honest backstreet fight [Pre-Chorus] [Violin melody weaves through surging distorted power chords] They’re building glass towers straight into the fog Replacing the pub singer with an algorithmic dialogue I stand upon the river quay and feel the current surge Caught between an ancient dust and a synthetic verge [Chorus] [Huge arena rock burst, soaring fiddle, massive gang vocals] I’m too old for the future, too restless for the past! Standing in the crossroads watching daylight bleed out fast! They say adapt or perish in the silicon parade Well, I’d rather keep the scars from every bad mistake I made! You can digitize the skyline, you can automate the sound You can’t upload the feeling when your feet leave the ground! [Verse 2] [Acoustic strumming continues over rolling snare rhythms] My fingers know the heft of tools, the grain of seasoned wood The look inside a brother's eyes when things aren't going good Now everybody speaks in codes and acronyms and metrics Trading in their blood and sweat for flickering magnetics I tried to download patience, but the server couldn't cope With forty years of stubbornness and uncomputed hope [Pre-Chorus] [Snare builds steadily, bassline throbs, vocal strain climbs high] They tell me that the horizon has been rendered into code That nobody has any need to trudge the gravel road Well, take your streamlined promises and throw them in the sea I am an analogue contraption running ruggedly and free! [Chorus] [Explosive stadium chorus, roaring guitars and soaring fiddle] I’m too old for the future, too restless for the past! Standing in the crossroads watching daylight bleed out fast! They say adapt or perish in the silicon parade Well, I’d rather keep the scars from every bad mistake I made! You can digitize the skyline, you can automate the sound You can’t upload the feeling when your feet leave the ground! [Bridge] [Music pulls down to a solitary fiddle drone and acoustic guitar] Let the glass cities glimmer... Let the satellites hum... I know where I belong when the winter shadows come. [Drums thud with military precision, vocal belts from the chest] Out here in the wind! Out here in the rain! Where flesh and blood still knows the price of enduring pain! [Verse 3] [Full band returns at half-speed, heavy downbeats, passionate delivery] So carve my silhouette into the weathered limestone shelf The last stubborn son who wouldn't automate himself! [Chorus] [All instruments full throttle, crying lead guitar intertwined with fiddle] I’m too old for the future, too restless for the past! Standing in the crossroads watching daylight bleed out fast! They say adapt or perish in the silicon parade Well, I’d rather keep the scars from every bad mistake I made! You can digitize the skyline, you can automate the sound You can’t upload the feeling when your feet leave the ground! [Outro] [Driving Celtic beat accelerates to a wild finish, violin wails] Feet off the ground! No code in my veins... Analogue blood... Analogue pain. [Big crashing orchestral rock finish, fiddle holds the final resonant note]
