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This is the second completed song from our progressive rock collaborative: AUDIOCRACY. The other demo tracks include: Revolution's Son and Speak Truth To Power; and one from the actually album: Puzzle City. There are 5 more songs written to complete the first album, but none of the others are completed recordings yet. It has proved to be a more daunting task to get 5-6 guys spread around the country to play. Too much life happens in between takes. (For example: My father's health decline and my need to care for him daily; Twon's electrocuted hand and slow recovery; Alimar's eyes, etc; Rob's mother died... the list goes on.)
WHEN THE FUTURE COMES is sort of a distopian epic. The music is triumphant, the words skeptical and even tragic. (At least, post-tragic.) When thinking about the future, as a very upbeat fellow, I have a hard time not being hopeful, so I placed myself after an apocalypse and this is what came out.
On this track:
Tobin: vocals; keys; backward drum programming, add'l percussion
Twøn: vocals; bass; ac gtr
Bob Piper: guitars
Rob Thurman: drums
Al Ligammari: engineering
Thanks, Al and friends, for all their great additions. This project is totally inspiring me.
This track has since been remastered and appears on my 2008 release, AUDIOCDRACY: Revolution's Son, available through CDBaby. Reviews are available on the MJ BLOG: Member CD Reviews.
This is the second completed song from our progressive rock collaborative: AUDIOCRACY. The other demo tracks include: Revolution's Son and Speak Truth To Power; and one from the actually album: Puzzle City. There are 5 more songs written to complete the first album, but none of the others are completed recordings yet. It has proved to be a more daunting task to get 5-6 guys spread around the country to play. Too much life happens in between takes. (For example: My father's health decline and my need to care for him daily; Twon's electrocuted hand and slow recovery; Alimar's eyes, etc; Rob's mother died... the list goes on.)
WHEN THE FUTURE COMES is sort of a distopian epic. The music is triumphant, the words skeptical and even tragic. (At least, post-tragic.) When thinking about the future, as a very upbeat fellow, I have a hard time not being hopeful, so I placed myself after an apocalypse and this is what came out.
On this track:
Tobin: vocals; keys; backward drum programming, add'l percussion
Twøn: vocals; bass; ac gtr
Bob Piper: guitars
Rob Thurman: drums
Al Ligammari: engineering
Thanks, Al and friends, for all their great additions. This project is totally inspiring me.
This track has since been remastered and appears on my 2008 release, AUDIOCDRACY: Revolution's Son, available through CDBaby. Reviews are available on the MJ BLOG: Member CD Reviews.
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Lyrics
WHEN THE FUTURE COMES
There are hundreds, maybe thousands now
walking over the hill
Past the wreckage, with there heads unbowed
they'd forgotten the thrill
Always wanted to change the world
now its fallen away
Can't we take it and make it work,
this future day?
When the future comes
there was silver in the air
All the dreams secumb
whistling like a dare
When the future falls
ladders slide like rain
What we always imagined...
silent rungs, silent ringing
...will follow?
How can we ever see outside the stone and glass
the future that will be beyond our patterned past?
How can we ever know a future we can own,
a future we won't break to pieces?
of falling shadows...
There are thousand, maybe millions now
coming over the hill
Past the wreckage of the dreams they've sown
and will cherish still
Mouths to feed and clothes to patch and clean
when will true change begin?
Eyes that feed on all the space and green
of freedom. Freedom.
How can we ever see?
How can we ever know?
How can we ever tell?
How can we ever show?
How can we even find?
Where can we ever go?
(...into a state of mind and meaning
that isn't borrowed?)
[Instrumental]
You think you tear it down and then
someone builds it up again.
You think you tear it down and someone builds it up.
You think you tear it down
and someone builds it up again.
You think you tear it down and someone builds it up.
And on and on and on and on and on.
Millions and millions more
have come over the hill
Past the wreckage of the dream before
always emptied and filled
Mouths to feed and clothes to patch and clean
when will true change begin?
Eyes that feed on what is unspoken...
Freedom.
How can we ever see? - What do we see?
How can we ever know? - How can we know?
How can we ever tell? - What can you tell me so we can find...
How can we ever show?
How can we even find?
How can we ever go
into a state of mind and meaning
that isn't borrowed?
When the future comes.
When the future comes.
When the future comes.
When the future comes tomorrow, hollow.
To you.
To me.
Today.
©2007 Tobin James Mueller
There are hundreds, maybe thousands now
walking over the hill
Past the wreckage, with there heads unbowed
they'd forgotten the thrill
Always wanted to change the world
now its fallen away
Can't we take it and make it work,
this future day?
When the future comes
there was silver in the air
All the dreams secumb
whistling like a dare
When the future falls
ladders slide like rain
What we always imagined...
silent rungs, silent ringing
...will follow?
How can we ever see outside the stone and glass
the future that will be beyond our patterned past?
How can we ever know a future we can own,
a future we won't break to pieces?
of falling shadows...
There are thousand, maybe millions now
coming over the hill
Past the wreckage of the dreams they've sown
and will cherish still
Mouths to feed and clothes to patch and clean
when will true change begin?
Eyes that feed on all the space and green
of freedom. Freedom.
How can we ever see?
How can we ever know?
How can we ever tell?
How can we ever show?
How can we even find?
Where can we ever go?
(...into a state of mind and meaning
that isn't borrowed?)
[Instrumental]
You think you tear it down and then
someone builds it up again.
You think you tear it down and someone builds it up.
You think you tear it down
and someone builds it up again.
You think you tear it down and someone builds it up.
And on and on and on and on and on.
Millions and millions more
have come over the hill
Past the wreckage of the dream before
always emptied and filled
Mouths to feed and clothes to patch and clean
when will true change begin?
Eyes that feed on what is unspoken...
Freedom.
How can we ever see? - What do we see?
How can we ever know? - How can we know?
How can we ever tell? - What can you tell me so we can find...
How can we ever show?
How can we even find?
How can we ever go
into a state of mind and meaning
that isn't borrowed?
When the future comes.
When the future comes.
When the future comes.
When the future comes tomorrow, hollow.
To you.
To me.
Today.
©2007 Tobin James Mueller















































perceptualvortex
What to even say? The production, musicianship, concept and writing are all stunning. Musical experiences like this don't present themselves every day, and I just feel like I hit the jackpot when I find something this good. Bravo!