Concrete

By Vince

From an idea by my father, written in 1994


A concrete stairway lit in red

In a decade or two,
Everyone knew,
That there would be no more fossil fuel.

In a decade or three,
Everyone agreed,
There'd be no more wood left from the trees.

In a decade or four,
Everyone saw,
Total destruction from nuclear war.

But no-one 'cept me,
Could ever forsee,
The day we ran out of concrete.

The day we run out of concrete,
Is a day that we should grieve.
No more building up our lifestyle.
No more repairing what we see.
Jobs are lost.
No road repairs.
No shelter for our kids.
The day we run out of concrete,
The day we run out of concrete,
No fabric for society.

Ten years go by,
How right was I.
Concrete's in such short supply.

A decade's passed,
Science at last,
Is hunting for a replacement fast.

The day we run out of concrete,
Is a day that we should grieve.
No more building up our lifestyle.
No more repairing what we see.
Jobs are lost.
No road repairs.
No shelter for our kids.
The day we run out of concrete,
The day we run out of concrete,
No fabric for society.

Another ten on,
Everyone's gone.
No-one listened to the words of my song.

A decade goes.
Nobody knows.
Nobody here to listen to me.
Nobody here to listen to me.
Nobody here to listen to me.
I feel so alone...

I recall,
The day we ran out of concrete,
Was a day that we all grieved.
We couldn't build upon our lifestyle,
Or repair society.
Jobs were lost.
No road repairs.
No shelter for our kids.
The day we ran out of concrete,
The day we ran out of concrete,
A day I hope I never see.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.010 20 Oct 2017
Lyrics written in 1994
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts a concrete staircase, part of the South Bank in London and was added, along with the tag in Version 5.010 20 Oct 2017