[Verse 1] Kodwo Eshun wrote in two thousand three About futures that we cannot see Afrofuturism lost its way When tomorrow became yesterday The speculative turned to past Present moment couldn't last [Chorus] Where did the future go, go, go? Lost dimension, don't you know Ministry of nostalgia Taking over our utopia Future's past, past, past Nothing new can ever last [Verse 2] Owen Hatherley shows the scene British dreams turned into schemes Modernist hopes got commodified Sold as brands with nothing inside Heritage industry takes the stage Turns rebellion into cage [Chorus] Where did the future go, go, go? Lost dimension, don't you know Ministry of nostalgia Taking over our utopia Future's past, past, past Nothing new can ever last [Bridge] Eshun says we're chrono-politically stuck Time moves backward, running out of luck Hatherley warns of memory lane Where progress dies in commercial gain Both writers see the same defeat Future's become a dead repeat [Verse 3] Science fiction lost its edge Standing on a temporal ledge Innovation's just a game Playing with the past's old frame Retromania takes control Swallows up the future whole [Chorus] Where did the future go, go, go? Lost dimension, don't you know Ministry of nostalgia Taking over our utopia Future's past, past, past Nothing new can ever last [Outro] Read Eshun, read Hatherley too See how time tricks me and you Future's not ahead anymore It's a ghost from years before Lost dimension, lost dimension That's our current comprehension
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