nostalgia ain't what it used to be

Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be (To Absinthe Friends) © T.King 2012
Nobody was born in a Golden Age
It will always be the age that went before
You could walk the streets at night
The stars were twice as bright
You danced in sepia in between the wars

The older I get, the better it was
The 1920’s never looked it’s age
Why dream about the future
When the past better suits ‘ya
& writers drank each other off the page

But Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be
Brings out the best in you and the worst in me
Through sugar on a spoon I filter memories
As I toast to Absinthe friends


It didn’t feel so special at the time
But now, we think we had it all


I’ll tell you this for free
It was all hyperbole
The dung beetle that rolled the Emperor’s balls

We reminisce ‘bout things we’ve never seen
With a rosy tint in every crystal glass
Heaping so much praise
Upon the good old days
they sink under the weight as we sail past

But Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be
Brings out the best in you and the worst in me
Through sugar on a spoon I filter memories
As I toast to Absinthe friends