I'm a vinyl man in an eight track world
switch to cassettes and lp's are hurled,
I'm a cassette man then there are cd's
now I know that I cannot break free...

The future called...
It's been postponed...
Too much interference from cell phones...

I'm a mimeograph man in a printed land
now I have a fax number in my hand,
I'm a fax man and then there is email
my patience is going to really fail...

The future called...
It's been rebooted...
All the dime stores have been looted...

I'm a back seat man in a sterile time
now a wall of latex is what I find,
I'm a latex man then I discover
no one has anytime left to be lovers...

The future called...
It's on a pink slip...
How do I even know I exist...
The crops have failed to be as high
as we like them to be,
Just dust storms in the summer sky
and more poverty...

Orange were the penguins we were promised...
A future of such ease...
Orange is the color of the setting sun...
Undone in our beliefs...

The family huddles in a warming embrace
just get through the cold,
Come spring we will have to face
our future was bought and sold...

Orange were the penguins we were promised...
A future of such ease...
Orange is the color of the setting sun...
Undone in our beliefs...
Up all night...thinking things through
up all night...with a screen of blue,
Up all night...with a faulty set
up all night...the radio was active in my head...

Playing songs about the future...
Playing songs of the past...
Playing up until midnight came to pass...

Up all night...fighting back tears
up all night...the sunrise nears,
Up all night...the radios were active
Advertizing a future....we once thought attractive...

Playing songs about dining...
Playing songs about inebriation...
Playing songs up until the death of imagination.
Was it all in my head ?
Glimpes of the future become past tense..
Penguins are so far from here...
Why do they keep coming near ?
As symbols of the technical revolution...
or more of free will's noise pollution ?