Where the hell have all my old friends gone?
Where did they hide when our twenties were spent?
Because I ain’t done being young,
No I ain’t done with that yet.
I don’t care if you all think I’m wrong.
I don’t care what those other people say.
Because I ain’t done being young,
No, today is not that day.
Centuries turn but Fate tends to twist,
Forget the hand of time,
Worry more about its fists
Because its dice are all loaded
And I ain’t hedging my bets,
I ain’t done,
I ain’t done being young just yet.
I ain’t done with the doing,
I ain’t turning out the light,
I will not go gentle into that good night,
My rack it ain’t ruined,
My race it ain’t run,
I ain’t done, I ain’t done, I ain’t done.
Beware of that happy little bubble you’ve bought
Because a safety net is just like any other net
When you are caught.
And though I know
Every deed has a debt,
I ain’t done,
I ain’t done being young just yet.
No one yearns for Summer
Until they’ve felt the chill,
Just like any guilty pleasure
Depends mostly on the Guilt.
So we pass the time
Between us like a bomb,
Screaming I ain’t done
I ain’t done being young.
I ain’t done with potential
And I don’t care who agrees
Because I ain’t ready to start living
My death by degrees.
My tide ain’t stemmed
And my spin ain’t spun,
I ain’t done, I ain’t done, I ain’t done
I ain’t done, I ain’t done.
Maybe I wanted kids of my own.
Maybe that’s one little thing I regret.
But I ain’t done being young,
No I ain’t done with that yet.
So smother your sympathy
And reign in your remorse,
Don’t talk to me of “middle age”
Call it “the main course”
Because only lovers settle down
And only gamblers settle up,
I ain’t done being young
I ain’t ever going to stop.
I ain’t done with the folly,
I ain’t done with the fight,
I’m living tall as a story,
I’m living broad as daylight.
So unsheathe your daggers
And unfurl your cloaks
And save me a seat
In a hell that’s well stoked.
Tend to the weeds
That have grown around your thoughts
Fasten the tight ropes and pull them up taut.
Set us on a course for where the sun never sets,
Cos I ain’t done I ain’t done I ain’t done
I ain’t done I ain’t done I ain’t done
I ain’t done being young just yet.
credits
from Youth,
released March 3, 2014
Louis Barabbas (writer) - Lead Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
Matthew Cleghorn - Lead Guitar, Backing Vocals
Tom Cleghorn - Drums, Backing Vocals
Fran Lydiatt - Piano, Organ, Backing Vocals
Biff Roxby - Trombones (bass and tenor), Backing Vocals
Dan Watkins (engineer) - Bass Guitar
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