Future Memories2018-08-01T19:35:38+00:00

FUTURE MEMORIES

Future Memories is the result of five years of experimentation condensed into ten songs – a unique blend of classic synthpop, electro and synthwave. Written, performed, produced and mixed by Space March. Mastered by Robin Schmidt at 24-96 Mastering.

Future Memories takes you on a journey from the personal to abstract concepts of time and space. The relationship between past and future, and man vs technology are explored through a dreamy, synthetic soundscape.

The album artwork continues the Space March tradition of drawing from classic modernist architecture – in this case, the retro-futuristic Niteroi Art Museum by Oscar Niemeyer. Similarly, the album typography references Blade Runner which has been influential on the Synthwave movement.

Music

ORDER CD
SPOTIFY
APPLE MUSIC
ITUNES
BANDCAMP
CD BABY
AMAZON
GOOGLE PLAY
DEEZER

Video

Lyrics

Now, so far – forever, forever…

Every face on the earth
Will look into the sun
Headed to the light
Like Icarus above
And falling from a height
Towards the great unknown
Feathers coming out
Turning into stone

Now, I fly so high
I guess I’ll never know
Just how far I’ll go
How, I wonder why
I guess I’ll never know
Just how far I’ll go

Every leaf on the tree
Will fall onto the ground
There’s no place on earth
Where we can’t be found
With a lump in my throat
Oh, for you I’ve got to say
You’re imprinted in my mind
And I miss you everyday

Every moment in the sun
Has its time and place
Your future’s in the past
Drifting into space
Like Icarus we fly
It’s always high or low
We cannot get it right
Despite everything we know

Fly a pony into darkness…

You’ve got the whole thing wrong
No one knows
The feeling on the inside
You’ve got it all so wrong
Now and then
You feel it on the inside

Where’d it all go wrong
No one knows
The feeling on the inside
You’ve got it all so wrong
In the end
You feel it on the inside

Time is elastic
And a violent mess
Full of distraction
Invisible stress

Time is elastic
Pushed for time
Bends like plastic
Yet undefined

Time is elastic
And it seems so odd
How you compress
For the temporal god

It’s not what it seems
I’m caught in between

I don’t know what to do
I’m trapped in a world
Without you too
I think of the time
I spent with you
I think all the time

Time is elastic
And you never know
Just how far
Or where it will go

Time is elastic
Shrink or stretch
However you wish
Whatever is best

Time is elastic
And it seems so odd
How you compress
For the temporal god

It’s not what it seems
I’m caught in between

Always riding
Always shining in the sun
Simple lines and timeless style
She’s never wrong, at all
With two doors sliding
Now she’s gliding through the air
Scandi love and Nordic blood
And her despair, oh yeah

Sweden
I think she comes from Sweden
Sweden
Take me back to Sweden

Always finding
Dabs of colour in the cold
Raynaud’s hands and indie bands
Are taking hold, my friend
Two cans, string and
Now she’s singing on the phone
Painted goods and blocks of wood
Are quite at home, again

Yes, it’s true
You’re yellow and blue
You’re fair as a queen
Your Scandinavian genes

Always gliding
Always shining in the sun
Simple lines and modern style
She’s never wrong
She’s never wrong

Yeah, it’s a one-sided plan
He turns on himself
To get what he can
He’s a Möbius man
He’s a Möbius man

Now, he’s falling apart
Follows the road
That leads to the start
He’s a Möbius man
He’s a Möbius man

Yes, it’s true
It feels like it’s never enough, too soon
Time follows us ‘round
A satellite
Orbiting like the Moon

He’s a Möbius man
Caught in a loop
Caught in a loop…

So, you are cursed by a dream
You learn to forget what you’ve seen
In your mind and in your soul
There is nothing else
Nothing else you want to do
You can’t make it pay, what to do?

So, you are cursed by a dream
You trace every step where you’ve been
And you feel like you’re wrong
You should do something else
Crush your soul and let it go
Find a job where no one knows you

One state of mind is always dreaming
Distracting us from everything that’s real
You might be the only chance of leaving, this place
And you might bring the heartache that I feel

So, you are cursed by a dream
You feel like a dog on a leash
But the look in your eyes
It says something else
Something else that you must do
You can’t make it pay, what to do?

All your friends have gone away
And your hopes were dashed today
Even your mind begins to fade
Cursed by a dream all the way

So, we are cursed by this dream…

Look at me
I’m an emotional wreck
Now you see
It’s just how we connect

Look at me – emotional defect
Look at me – conditional reflex
Emotional wreck

No space or time
I’m an emotional wreck
The rest you’ll find
It’s a logistical mess

No line of sight
I’m an emotional wreck
It’s our fight
And this state of unrest

Monster, human, somatic, delusion, robot, mutant, machine

However it hurts
Whatever it takes
You run and you hide
The monster awakes
You’re out of time
You have no space
Machine in your hands
The thrill of the chase

The girl in the mask
The man in the suit
Hot on your tail
Deep in pursuit
The colour of green
The man and machine
The look in their eyes…

Inside a dream
It all makes sense to me
Inside a dream
The monster, man, machine

The feeling inside
Seems so real
The dead of night
A moment revealed
A greater truth
Or trivial fact
Plays on your mind
And circles back

A metaphor
That makes no sense
A prosecution
Without a defense
A courtroom scene
The man and machine
The look in their eyes…

Inside a dream
How circular it seems
Inside a dream
The monster, man, machine

A memory of the future
How it could’ve been in the future
Man, machine and computer
A slither of time
In an endless loop

A memory of the future
There were no mistakes in the future
Utopia and a cure
A slither of time
In an endless loop…

Info

Chronology: Album 6
Released (Digital): 1 June 2018
Released (CD): 2 July 2018
Labels: Hark Records / Space March Pty Ltd
Production: All tracks written, performed, produced and mixed by Craig Simmons.
Mastered by Robin Schmidt at 24-96 Mastering.
Art & design by Craig Simmons.