Future Utopia — We Were We Still Are (feat. Kae Tempest)
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Heads down, swallow the screen and feel images
Imprint themselves. Big world, little villagers.
Living the dream, dreaming of waking
Who isn't afraid of things changing?
And when it comes down to the day out, the day in
The same thing, the blood rush, head racing
Pacing the floors of the precinct, waiting for more
But no way to believe in the cause
Cos the cause fell asleep in the doorway
Raw as a portrait etched on your forehead that says
Life's not a test, life's a forfeit, pause it
Catch your breath, feeling nauseous
Re-route the circuit
Uproot the booged down
Change is afoot, and the circus is in town
Can't hold it down anymore, it's happening
That's why it feels like it's all unravelling
That's why it feels like it's all unravelling
There was, there still is
We were, we will be
Hello disorientation my old friend
Welcome to the days of distortion
Complex parades of illusion, charades, on course for destruction
Yawn for the horseman
An end is an end until it's a beginning.
Winning
We built this city on what we stole, and then it ate us whole
We built this city on what we stole
What if everything was to arrive at the moment when everything is
Blown apart by the pressure of a lonely heart
We took a false start as our only chance
Well, history's perpetual dance is resilience -
Heads down, swallow the screen and no sympathies
Love doesn't end when it finishes
Love doesn't end when it finishes
There was, there still is
We were, we will be
We were, we still are
You are, you will be
Imprint themselves. Big world, little villagers.
Living the dream, dreaming of waking
Who isn't afraid of things changing?
And when it comes down to the day out, the day in
The same thing, the blood rush, head racing
Pacing the floors of the precinct, waiting for more
But no way to believe in the cause
Cos the cause fell asleep in the doorway
Raw as a portrait etched on your forehead that says
Life's not a test, life's a forfeit, pause it
Catch your breath, feeling nauseous
Re-route the circuit
Uproot the booged down
Change is afoot, and the circus is in town
Can't hold it down anymore, it's happening
That's why it feels like it's all unravelling
That's why it feels like it's all unravelling
There was, there still is
We were, we will be
Hello disorientation my old friend
Welcome to the days of distortion
Complex parades of illusion, charades, on course for destruction
Yawn for the horseman
An end is an end until it's a beginning.
Winning
We built this city on what we stole, and then it ate us whole
We built this city on what we stole
What if everything was to arrive at the moment when everything is
Blown apart by the pressure of a lonely heart
We took a false start as our only chance
Well, history's perpetual dance is resilience -
Heads down, swallow the screen and no sympathies
Love doesn't end when it finishes
Love doesn't end when it finishes
There was, there still is
We were, we will be
We were, we still are
You are, you will be
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Keep thinking about Anne Clark when hearing Kae Tempest
Dang - I like it. Its driving bassline and the spoken words fit together perfectly. And I find it really refreshing to hear someone actually speak british english, that's what I also love while listening to Anne Clark.
drwhy wrote:
Yes, me too
getting a Gorillaz vibe.
Yes, me too
Love Kae!
More Kae!
More Kae!
Does anyone know what song this is sampling? Driving me crazy trying to place it. Little synth melody that kicks in after "unraveling" and then repeats periodically--could be a Chemical Brothers song but I think it's another 90s/00s electronic outfit, it's beat-for-beat the outro of some track buried in my library. HELP
Getting a Pet Shop Boys vibe from this one.
getting a Gorillaz vibe.
Quite interesting
Are we on a loop? Just heard this. This happened yesterday as well.
Not my cup of tea, but long live the diversity of RP!
Hmmm, at first the tempo had me feeling mildly agitated, as I fiddled with my motorbike in the garage, but then I let it go, and it carried me a bit. I'll give it another listen before I decide it was a good ride or not.