War Is Yesterday

by Futurist

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released 30 June 2011

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An imaginative project and multimedia vision, Futurist is an experimental/indie rock band that blends nuanced, earnest song ... more writing with an intense rhythmic drive and sonic palette. Using midi/analog effects, looping, and unparalleled amounts of energy, Futurist produces a wall of sound that uplifts and inspires within an interactive environment. less

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Track Name: Tic Tac Toe
Tic Tac Toe, three in a row
you knock ‘em back and I will
cheer you on.
Bloodied in my brothers nose.
So this is how it would always go.
Check that timid tongue.
These illusions are not splintered
As the dawn disintegrates, you’ll lift your head
and scream why?
WHY

am I hypnotized by my lovers eyes
and why do I waste time
and cut your smile....out of paper?

Transposed beneath the sun,
the thoughts of everyone around turn to
dust mites and broadcast lights.
I feel we are much smarter than this
Still life, copper tone,
swimming through the street crowd
while you light a cigarette and scream why?
WHY

am I hypnotized by my lovers eyes
and why do I waste time
and cut your smile....?

Our problems aren't that different.
These faces look the same
and everyone of us loves a super-hero
'case we sing, and write, and talk about them

but look around.
Everything is breathing
and the sound brings me to tears.
Track Name: Antihero
When you left, they made me shave my face and take my place on that assembly line.
By automated surgery, I split up in a pan like brownies.
The county clerk withheld my blood and poetry,
but that don’t mean that I won’t bleed again,
that I won’t bleed again.

And when you left, I told myself I’d had enough
of hanging on for dear life, hanging to preconceived assumptions ‘bout how love should be my life raft,
saving me.

And I learn to leave it alone and
become your antihero.

Now you’re gone and out of touch it’s all too much to hide away, but calling you up on the phone down by the docks drunk and alone wouldn’t help it at all, so I just wait.

So I just wait

and I learn to leave it alone and
become your antihero.

And when you left, they made me shave my face and take my place on that assembly line.
I know I’ve been here times before,
but how could I forget the one I fell for?
The county, they’ve still got my blood and poetry,
but that don’t mean that I won’t bleed again,
that I won’t bleed again.

I won’t bleed again,
that I won’t bleed again.
Track Name: Blacksheep Army
It’s fragile fantasy concerning you and me
sweet sirens are singing me away from my destination
to me looks like looks like to me you’ve been
sleepwalking again to a shop across town,
you look just like one drowsy golden retriever parking meter ‘cause what you see equates with what you're dreaming.
And you dream.

Wake up man, you're falling down.
Wake up man, you're falling down.

The hardwood floors between our bedroom doors
are burning. It's all turning to ashes.
I am alone for the time being.
I am unsure,
covered in warpaint feelings.
We are fools.
Spin your soul, take your winnings
and we dream.

Wake up man, you're falling down.
Wake up man, you're falling down.

Things fall apart. Come and dance with me.
When things fall apart, come and dance with me
and we'll sing.

When the words that were used
begin to matter and fall from
the clouds in one smiling shower
You'll take my hand, you'll take my pen
and I’ll enlist in your black sheep army.
Your black sheep army
Jet-black sheep army

Wake up man, you're falling down.
Track Name: The Dragon Upstairs
Sidewalk chalk and a bottle of juice
you take off your winter coat and jump out the window.
The sun’s coming out and we’re walking above.
There’s a ghost in the dirt who needs some lovin’.
He’s tied up to the ankles of this man who is selling me a credit card.
but you know i got this far with very little money and i’ll take you apart. I'll take you apart.

And if you get a choice then choose well
and if you got to go, then go and take these walls we
thin we're up against and bury them at sea.

Now we’re singing songs about where we’ve been on our May parade.
A sea of stars with outstretched arms we’re raising hell, not dropping bombs on our unmade beds.
And all that heat rises from the sheets to this dragon upstairs whose had to much to drink, and he says
war is yesterday!

And there in all that open space
the fools unveil the guiltless weather and
when it rains, it rains
and the moon sips whiskey lemonade.
There was music in the streets
when we sacrificed our names to the rain.

War Is Yesterday. War Is Yesterday.

And if you get a choice then choose well
and if you got to go, then go and take these walls we
thin we're up against and bury them at sea.
You know you've got a choice so choose well.
The more you find your voice you'll stand up and sing
stand up and sing out to that crown in walls
and you'll bury them at sea.

You'll bury them at sea.
Track Name: Hairpins
Can't sleep,
smoking gun outside your windowpane.
The sky was much to dark to make out your red silhouette.
Hairpins on the floor suggest your staying here,
but I can't touch you. It's like you're not there anymore,

but I press on regardless on the eve of the promise
that we never, we never quite made.
We are free.
Are we free?

So, I won't hold you down, you'll make it better now.
You've got no one else to blame for the mess in your house.
I won't take it back, I'm feeling tied out.
I'm sinking to much this time. It's like you don't care anymore.

I press on regardless
spitting stones, seeming dishonest
but I can't win, and I can't just stand by the furnace heat.
Is it me?

Stop! I don't want to hear it!
Stop! I don't want to hear it!
Stop! I don't want to hear it!
Stop! I don't want to hear it!

I don't need to hear what you have to say.
It was foretold to me in a milky way nightmare.
You are leaving again.
You are leaving again.

And I take a walk,
you pissed me off.
I take a walk,
you pissed me off.
Track Name: 22
For you, I'd wait through 22 lifetimes to kiss your lips again.
All in time, we let go.
Track Name: Wingspan
Walking down the river bank,
waiting to meet you.
It's been so long,
so I stand in a position that I think will look cool to you.
The sun begins to melt the snow beneath my shoes
and I breathe it in and hear melodies
from dripped honey footsteps as you cover my eyes.

Oh you glow neon yellow.

When you look up at me with that grin
it reminds me of that afternoon when you sat me down
at the airport exit to play me a goodbye song,
but now you're standing her in front of me,
messy and indecisive because I still love you
and you still love me too.

Oh you glow neon yellow.
Oh you glow neon yellow.

Hey there beautiful
you've cracked my candy coating
and now my thoughts are soaking
in the colors of your wingspan.

Oh you glow neon yellow.
Oh you glow neon yellow.

Hey there beautiful
you've cracked my candy coating
and now my thoughts are soaking
in the colors of your wingspan.
Above this old playground,
we'll sip from each others' sound
from each others' sound.
Track Name: Slackjaw Pilgrims
Alone on a subway dreaming,
a voice recites the coordinates
and I don't speak the language here.

Sack of skin,
worn gray static bones beneath the ground.

Shipwrecked on a trap door mountain
and fenced in a frame,
hung on a wall, lost in a room.
Next time, I'd inject such theories
into the belly of a whale and watch them spray up
at the sky.

And the trust we reserve for god
in states of public debt,
It's a farce, it's blatant disregard
to the sound sound of asteroids burning
uptown, burlap bleeding hearts are sewn up,
bleeding hearts are sewn.

Don't worry, they're just your
grownup symptoms
your cashed out slackjaw pilgrims.
Don't lose your nerve and crack the hull
we've grown up restless.

It isn't often enough that I stop
and thank you
for being you.

Crowds turn dull
means to meaning
and seldom take them home.

There's no excuse or circumstance,
it's all romance, you see.
It's all romance, you see.
Track Name: Monsters (Mandarin Oranges)
Hold on tight.
It doesn't stop even though we tried our best to make it right.
I used to think I'd find a loophole and disengage,
but an echo down my spine said to partake
and I tried to ignore it,
but formed to a twisted posture.
I looked like a straw house
bowing in a storm.

and I'd think,
'there's too much at stake.'

I hold my breath respectfully and your eyes talk back
I look again.
I used to think I'd grab a fistful and claim it mine,
but a whisper through my hair said give it back.
And with fingers relaxed I saw a structure, spinning
lips dripping nonsense,
like monsters in a music box.


and I'd think,
'what is there to name?'

I found myself
I found myself lost
and I found myself lost in the desert.

The thought alone could extinguish a hellfire
I needed to find something familiar
I turned around and touched your face and I was shy.
You gave me mandarin oranges from a can and I felt safe.
and I FELT!