An acoustic rendition of the song from our 2019 album Future Flowers
lyrics
Something tells me we might live to see another hundred years
Our analog hearts there in a jar beside our other souvenirs
Will I still love you anyway? I can't be sure, but I think so
We'll take our walks down by the park, a binary place to go
A digital rose beneath my nose, just the price of progress I suppose
Maybe
I think about this way too much
I've been worrying about the future, but I realize I've always been out of touch
Lately
It seems like everything's so strange
I can try to make it better, maybe get myself together
Something's not quite right with my brain
I think I might need a change
Pixelated daisies all aligned inside a bittersweet array
It's not too late to find a place out in the sticks where we could stay
Funny how we all forget how good it feels it slowly fall asleep
Turn me off before I'm eaten by technology
Just hit delete, I'm obsolete, I'll sleep til my update's released
Maybe
I think about this way too much
I've been worrying about the future, but I realize I've always been out of touch
Lately
It seems like everything's so strange
I can try to make it better, maybe get myself together
Something's not quite right with my brain
I think I might need a change
Drift to something good, all we really need is somewhere warm to stay in
Future breakfasts, all with you, are really all I think about
There's something sorta sweet about the thought of you and me slowly decaying
I'm afraid of change and fading out, but i don't know what I'm worried about
Something tells me we'll still be here, and we'll still be weird even a hundred years from now
credits
from Gene Mildest,
released October 25, 2019
Dave Ashcraft - drums, vocals
Brian Corbett - guitar, vocals
Sean Corbett - bass
Rob Ealer - guitar
Paul Tsikitas - producer
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