The Six Fingered Hand - Jamie Lenman

I remember when I was a kid, the past century seemed special

All the decades were lined up just like a set of coloured pencils

The fifties, the sixties, the seventies, oh, they all looked so exotic

I was certain the years yet to come would be just as iconic

Now they’ve been and gone

What the hell went wrong?

Where were all the amazing designs, fashions and movements and signs of the

times?

Looking at pictures of 2001 makes it feel like we got nothing done

We’re all afraid, dried up and useless

The six fingered hand crushes our throats

If you kidnapped a man from the nineties and brought him back to the present day

He’d probably die from the sheer disappointment 'cause everything looks exactly

the same

Braindead! Wasted!

I always dreamt of a musical happening, like the punk bands, two tone,

one of these

The only movement that I got caught up in was from CDs to MP3s

What a rip-off

Did we all have our ambition scared out of us, or is it just

That if all the stars are competition winners with fake tans and sob stories,

why bother building rockets?

We didn’t even try

They had The Beatles, we had 'the Coldplay sound'

They had the Pythons, we had The IT Crowd

Burnt out and all for jack

I want my twenties back

Let down, beat up, caved in

I want my twenties back

Six fat fingers grip at my neck and make my heart beat slower

Yes, slower

Slower