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Year of the Ox

by Futurist

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1.
My lonely impulse to take it on the chin. Authoritative, the world's in the palm of the emperor’s right hand. So hold on. The screen flickers across my retina. A sharp focus, crystal, but upside down the stream, your consciousness running rampant. They killed Atlas, erased him from the books. Executed in real time, two minutes hate. The way a hidden hand could spill blood in the water. The screen flickers across America Incorporated. Muzzled, tied up and down the stream, your cognizance Watching the ramparts. They killed Atlas, erased him from the books. What is freedom in war time, two minutes hate. Obey a hidden hand that spilt blood in the water.
2.
Hear the call, buzzing and steadfast defy what is to better reap carnal knowledge. There was time before this epidemic known as worship of moral compromise as if the ends justified the means. How usual it all did seem. And it’s a crime. It’s a thought crime to open your mind and then seek an alternate way home. More like pawns engaged in subjugation to these false images welded as weapons upon superficial sighs. All at once perceive the darkness here. Ego serves the reptile impulses prehistoric. No one rules If none obey the program so Is there a line between our eyes and the screen? Still lost in a digital dream What if death, it has no sting? A storm is coming. Foreseen past life premonitions. The feel of forceps pulled from the mothers womb, another room to ignite. And it burns the palate. All sense of taste is gone until pain has brought forth a sacred symmetry in truth. Oh, you can hear her crying. She echoes God divided, sun and moon. Everything will move towards unity. When gridlock takes hold, a glowing, psychic intervention will hit you like a bull. Bleed out the poison. Oxygen illuminates your neocortex, once clouded with sin. When gridlock takes hold, a yearning, somewhat apprehensive, was all you’ve ever known. Give up all control, pigeonholed, surrender to the void. She whispers, "Your story is sand."
3.
I’ve been stuck with a pretense. Shaking hands in the tar pits. I'm melancholy but sun kissed for the first time in so long. I woke up with a half lung full of lavender and reruns of yesterday's prodigal son. Misbelieve the past behind. Toe in the water, low-hanging by the stem, although I know better. I can't resist the way that it feels. I want to taste the bittersweet, saltwater sadness shed from your eyes. It’s alright. Domino heartbeats. I’ll keep your secret and cut out our tongues with butter knives. We’ve got nothing left to speak of. Let’s just touch, I’ll give you enough. Intoxicated with the drug only you and I can make. Put my troubles in your desk drawer. Peering out the window, prewar mahogany flat with French doors. Hints of summer in your hair. Toe in the water, low-hanging by the stem, although I know better. I can't resist. I’m head over heels. I want to taste the bittersweet, Salt water sadness shed from your eyes. It’s alright. Domino heartbeats. I’ll keep your secret and tangle our tongues in knots. I want to taste the indiscreet. Twisted like magnets, death in disguise. It’s alright. Fire in the back seat. I’ll keep your secret And cut out our tongues with long goodbyes. In a moment of weakness I still try to hold on.
4.
Underneath a modern moon, Door to door with a hidden heart. I see it coming soon, but I can’t make out what it is. Overheard in a dulling dream, I knew at once how I would die And I wrote it on a magazine with a redwood cut down. Just count the rings. Late night in a sudden glimpse, Stand out in the sea of stars. You’ve got that look in your eyes, could make a dead man dance. Bite your lip. I've seen this before. Here comes one more. Here comes one more love song. Fall back against the door. Drown out that city hum. Let's make time to chase the sun, Tie her up, It warms my blood. My blood, it boils. There's a hunger. A wildfire on the ridge could bring The gentle giants to their knees and roots. Nothing from something that you wanted endlessly. You’ve got me by the tail, Bewitched in the front lines like sacrificial lambs. We judge so much by how we think it will measure up, A prison built from the inside out, And etched into the wall Is the secret, Conspiracy in time to still the lion’s heart, Misdirection’s art. Pull the curtains. I am haunted by your gaze. Won’t you take me prisoner? I am faithless at the feet of the guardians of the sun. I am wicked and divided, Frustrated and biting my thumb. Keep me still. Protect me from the lie that’s reinforced around us. You and I, reflect the light into the night. Don’t go into the night.
5.
77 Knives 05:08
If nightmares that filled the sky were lightning, thunder desire. This old house would have burned down a long time ago. Your true nature seizes you. Our language fails to express the sensation of emptiness. Is it lust or the power to possess you? Crooked shadows climb the walls like vines. I'd prefer to persist than give in to the nihilistic tendencies that I can’t seem to evade. Baptized in pheromones, We take for granted the moment when it passes through. If I loosen my grip, you’ll just leave me alone. to dig my own grave. Let me lie to myself. I’d prefer to persist within my own construct of familiar existence that I can’t seem to recreate anymore. It’s so strange how your face changed Or how the winds could carry the sand, shifting appearances. This place is formless. I will decay to skin and bones, distorted entropy. They said the king’s been overthrown, Slight of hand on the screen. I guess I’d rather be alone than face this the side of me. I will decay to skin and bones, unrewarded legacy. They said the king’s been overthrown, can’t believe what's on tv. I guess I’d rather be alone, than face this jealousy. I guess I’d rather be alone than face this side of me. I will decay to skin and bones eventually.
6.
Sometimes when I’m all alone, left with my thoughts I question just how come I can’t cope like everyone else does? How could I ever go to sleep again knowing what I now know? This is all a gameshow. You’ve been playing games with my better judgement. I’m drifting through the herd down some foreign city alley. Faceless as the next one, do they even know the time? Whose to say what happens when I finally kick the bucket, Born again in the arms of the reaper. For what it’s worth, I remember the way, The way that it was before my devotion was hollowed out and you salted the dirt. But now I can see through the cracks in my fairy tale. How broken and bitter a man can turn with a taste for hopeless fantasies. Oh no, I’m a fool to think the con man would count his blessings. Did you really think that you were in control, hiding your contempt from the season of eclipses and haunted hearts, no? Can’t believe I let so much slide to be cheated by such a tiny creature. You would turn the blind eye black if it suited this deceptive cadence with a snap of your fingers. Why even bother? Can’t believe you would twist the knife to defeat it. Am I just another trophy? For what it’s worth, I remember the way. The way that it was before. But I walked out that door and I won’t shed a tear for you.
7.
How could I face the fear of losing everything in the pursuit of a home built on quicksand? My only wish is that I might linger all of my days above it. But how can we keep it here? I don't want to fall again beneath the weight of this heartache we’ve stayed in. There's no guarantee that anybody else knows any better. Think I was bound to tell you it’s all a lie. It’s all illusory, the calcification of the visions in your eye. Fill our time with something tangible. Is it enough to count your presence alone? We could do anything. Sometimes in dreams I find that place of peace, where longing ends. There’s ash in the atmosphere, with looming hurricanes. Uncivil wars of broken parts and secondhand tanks and gasoline. It's hard to see the light on the horizon. So why don’t we disappear? Untethered by the pain behind an age of reflections. It's no man’s land, a senseless tragedy. Is what I had to give worth a damn anymore? But in time I'll show you it’s all a lie. Occult mythology, personifications of the bodies in the sky. Fill our time with something tangible. Is it enough to count your presence alone? We could do anything. Sometimes in dreams I find that place of peace, where longing ends. Fill our time with something tangible. It’s not enough to count your presence alone. Give in. The suffering, in time will ease and you’ll feel the release from moving on. Don’t write it off. It’s just a lesson from a bended place in time and realize you’re born in free fall. Don’t write it off. It’s just a lesson from a bended place in time, reprised and mourned on the run. Don’t write it off. I know you’re missing this. The moment seemed to rhyme. I've realized we’re fated to collide again. Don’t write it off. It’s just a lesson from a bended place in time And realize you’re born. Everything you thought you wanted, Everywhere you wandered through the night, Whatever prize you found inside meant nothing without love. And every fear that kept you running, Everyone you wanted to awake Would only bare their fangs for you when up against the wall.
8.
Welcome my love to the other side of your eyelids, where promises cover the ground in front of us. Are you feeling alright, drunk on a fiction? By candlelight, dark attire We both cast shadows like scorpion tails. Whatever's behind us, had defined us. Can't put my finger on it I try to think of all the times in which you told me I deserve your love. And now I'm struggling to see the light that cast these shadows. I guess I fell for no angel. She sold her wings to descend. One can only hope world currencies and karmic slings can remain in tact in Hades. Why did I do it if I knew I maybe shouldn't have? Incomplete, wandering through blue wilderness, new frontiers of desire, unrequited. Don’t know if I believe in radical honesty. It takes so much out of you when I show my hand. And now I’m struggling to see the line. Oh no. Can't put my finger on it I try to think of all the times in which you told me I deserve to be loved. But I'm still struggling to see the light that cast these shadows. I'm sorry dear. I know you're confused But I'm just an illusionist putting on a show. When the lights come down you got something to lose. I am just an illusionist making my home of mirrors. I'm sorry dear 'cause I know you're confused But I'm just an illusionist putting on a show. When the lights come down you got something to lose. I am just an illusionist making my home of mirrors. Making my home.
9.
Tinted Roses 07:17
They say that time, it really takes the edge off, So I just sit in this old paradigm, the only thing you left me. Although we may fight the undertow, You know what we have was short-lived. Rainbow traffic lights, the afterglow. Throwing caution to the wind. I’ll take the fall. But it takes its toll. Go ahead and runaway I can tell what you’re thinking. It takes us all. It takes a waterfall. It’s overwhelming anyway. You might as well embrace it now. You stir inside of me. I’m not alone. I’d say it’s true. You really pick your poison. We've discussed this too many times before, The boney thoughts that poke me. Although we may fight the undertow, you know what we had was for kicks. Borrowed for the night cap, tomorrow going our own separate ways. I took the fall your thorns and all. Apologies and lingerie. I can tell that you're faking now. It takes us all. It takes self control. It’s overwhelming anyway. You might as well put it down. Use the alchemical. I’m set in stone. Who mans the god machine? It’s all unknown. You were so brilliant. And often cruel. You've stirred inside of me the catacombs. You've stirred inside of me. (I’m not alone. I’m not alone.) Who man’s the god machine? Am I all alone?
10.
There will come a day when you will look around and think I was the one in a million shotguns that could evade the ricochet but then it happened, I let you down. It's already underway, seeping in, schizophrenic, in a state of emergency that keeps me awake, pushed to the wits' end, your half life. The sugary static tones, hypnotic and endless, disorient rats that were born never knowing the sky and now contemplate their maze. But does it even matter when heretics are still marked as villains? We're only following crumbs to the gallows. Eyewitness hues dark as ink and cannon fodder crimson tides are rising with each brushstroke of this fallen angel's bloodshot view. In a crisis of identity I lay it down, improvising at your funeral parade. Because there will come a day when you won't look for me but don't blame the author of the book you were burning. I mean, it's allegiant enough to the state of emergency. We'll keep you awake, testing your limits. All shelf life expired. The violence you use to compel the doubt and god fearing, the cultural landscape is littered and bruised like the fruit that fell from the tree of knowledge of suffering. There's so many things I don't yet understand about your nature. Perhaps we are doomed to collapse beneath the burden of being alone in a state of of emergency. In a crisis of identity I lay it down, improvising at your funeral. In a state, The state of emergency. it’s the devil’s food cake. It keeps me away from the thing that I really care about and the people that I could not make it home without. It's a sorry state. The state of emergency.
11.
Impart these these words from another. We're waiting. Wait for the feel of sunshine, For the flesh and bone. Night and day could never share a bed. Don’t split your path in two. Arithmetic alone holds together, Your mind in tow. Mustard seeds will grow here. Take back your control where political circumstance had forced us to camouflage ourselves. Like a bad dream Fading in the morning, Sunlit symphonies within. Surrender, my love, What other choice is there? Never before had this been challenged, Cozy in the crypts, Pacified and Relinquishing that we'd hold each other. Don't fear the follow-through Because to linger is unwise. My mistakes, they echo (echo echo) Like satellites Orbiting the nest we built of broken bones and pixie dust. It was good love, An honesty in your gaze Given back to me again. Surrender, my god What other choice is left? I am always with you Cut to the vein, that watered the seed. Forever in the wind until we meet again. A snake oil state of the union is all that kept us from killing it. The king and queen of the castle or two of hearts burning the flag? I can’t help but think of you. The distance won't untether the dream, Together in the wind until we breathe it in. I am always with you (It had nearly broken) Cut to the vein, that watered the seed. (but nothing’s beyond repair) Remember. Remember who you are.
12.
As the tides crawl back to the ocean, they’ll blame the man in the moon on the evening news. You never learn, but what do I know? I’ve done my time. Use your discretion. Evil ones dancing with their demons won't catch you staring at the sun. It guides the way home. The sun will bend the prideful to their knees. The sun, it breaks the chains that held down your desire to change, to break apart, unearth the metamorphosis. To ache or pray in vain for someone to resurrect the sun. I feel it coming up. Release your underworld. Approach the horizon. Lean into your instincts of forgiveness for the chapters stained with bad blood. The sun shines for you. Now don’t get me wrong, deep psychic wounds, you may carry along dark, forsaken roads. Not even the worst of us can avoid this forever. The sun shines from the heavens. All I want is your mercy. These hidden lakes of tears dried up awaiting the sun.

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released January 28, 2022

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FUTURIST is the “Alt Rock, Psychedelic-Pop” project launched in Brooklyn, NY, with a unique take on psychedelic rock and earnest songwriting achieving a sound best described as "future-classic." By virtue of experimentation, a multimedia vision, and an energetic delivery, FUTURIST creates a wall of sound that ignites audiences with their own style and modern mythology. ... more

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