Running With The Front Runners - Ben Watt

Down on Curtain Road

I went looking for a little experience

Among the Mohawks and the plastic glasses

A basement and condensation

The Sunday shakers, the last chance takers

Monday looming, everybody weaving

Girlfriends and soft-edged boys

The all-night stragglers

I take a step into a ritual of strangers

Lift myself out of myself

And join a temporary family

In a liminal collusion

Running with the front runners

Running with the front runners

Outside the roads are emptying

The wind is in the scaffolding

The Vietnamese is closing

The big lofts are going up

Ten years on the frontier

Then the licences stop coming in

Police raids on the building

The wind is in the scaffolding

I take a step into a ritual of strangers

Lift myself out of myself

And join a temporary family

In a liminal collusion

Running with the front runners

Running with the front runners

Drop the tempo to 118

It’s how we celebrate

These are the last days of disco

Until the new days of disco

I take a step into a ritual of strangers

Lift myself out of myself

And join a temporary family

In a liminal collusion

Running with the front runners

Running with the front runners

Living on the other side

Living on the other side