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Stress Majestic

by Too Much Future

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Virtuous 05:16
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Golden Feel 03:42
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Swarm 02:47
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Lyrics -

Come Loose

I've come loose yet again, gone soft in the head.
The side of you that hopes - is the side of you that croaks.
Blue, all pale and white, think I love you, might.
Inside of you just swirls of awful circles.

I've got to make amends with a world devoid of sense.

Don't worry me, baby, don't worry,
Don't worry me, baby, we get loose sometimes.

I've come loose yet again, I’m off lost in the strobes.
The lights are on, but no, there ain’t no one home.
Blue all pale and white, think I love you, might.
Inside of you, life blooms, through beautiful cycles.

I give in and swallow, but better the devil you know.

Don't worry me, baby, don't worry...
Don't worry me, baby, we get loose sometimes.
Don't worry me, baby, don't worry,
Don't worry me, baby, we get loose...

Hail Mary, I'm in a world of need, the alleys of my mind are dangerous scenes.
Don’t worry me, baby...
Hail Mary, I’ll cut to the chase, the aisles of my veins are no longer safe.
Don’t worry me, baby, we all get loose sometimes.


Urban Sprawl

The day is looming like a zeppelin overhead,
from its shadow where we lay and bred.
Over this northern powerhouse of industry,
to the urban sprawl of the city.

Sway, put that burn in me, one last time.

She's dreaming lullabies and lunar melodies,
but in her tenements growing unease.
Take the thought to court and throw it out your mind,
still, the tendrils wind around and climb.

Sway, put that burn in me, one last time.
Taut, like the air before a riot.

Sway, put that burn in me, one last time.
Taut, like the air before a riot.
Fear swallows everything its path.
I’ll never make a millionaire, who cares.
Who cares.


Braying

Adrenaline come braying at my wall,
rising through the floorboards, into the hall.
Take a drink then a drink to stay afloat,
and find illumination in the smoke.

It's just a black trip...
Disown your magic,
It's just a black trip.
No floor of logic,
I'm done with that shit.

Send me weak and swaying at the knees,
Girl, these mystery pills are such a tease.
Light a sudden beacon in the hole,
Lead me up and onto silken roads.

Disown your magic,
It's just a black trip.
No floor of logic,
I'm done with that shit.

Disown your magic,
It's just a black trip.
It's just a black trip,
Disown your magic.

Can't sing it, I don't sound true when I'm near to you.
Even if we don't hold sway on your radio.

Disown your magic,
It's just a black trip.
No floor of logic,
I'm done with that shit.

Cancel it, I don't sound true when I'm near to you.
Even if we don't hold sway on your radio.


Seen To Be Clean

I've gotta be seen, to be clean.
I've got a hole inside where I imbibe, on another spree.

Though you've got a catacomb of bones to pick with me,
I'm only caving in, only craving that...

Love and peace in my heart, that love and peace in my heart.
We kick and writhe with chaos inside, behind a stiff upper lip hide.

I've gotta be seen to be clean,
for the daily grind the nine-to-five, ad infinitum.
I've gotta be seen, to be clean,
fight a host of ghosts the mind evokes, for the family.

The memory elastic has been shot too many times,
I'm only feigning it, only craving some...

Love and peace in my heart, the innocence of a start,
before we fall contrived and resigned, behind a face of thunder, hide.
That love and peace in my heart, love and peace in my heart,
you were rarely the loving kind, down at the coalface your whole life.

Seen
To
Be
Clean

I've gotta be seen,
I've gotta be seen,
I've gotta be seen,
I've gotta be seen to be clean.


Caustic

A grave mistake, body and soul moving into your web,
gutter and moon conspire in your head,
It doesn't matter how you sway,
it’s a done deal anyway.
I breathe air caustic, body and soul moving into your web,
body and soul moving into your web,
body and soul moving into your web.

Hung out to dry alright, ears screaming in the quiet,
it doesn’t matter how you side.

You lay me down in a bed of noise pollution.
Two steps further than any other fucker.

The agony / the ecstasy, your silken grey web,
spin you around, are you blue or a red?
It doesn't matter how you sway,
it’s a done deal anyway.
I love you, hate you, disappoint me, elevate me,
body and soul wading deep in your stream,
body and soul wading into your dreams.

Your God has her design, her plans, well so do I.
It doesn't matter how you side.

You lay me down in a bed of noise pollution.
Two steps further than any other fucker.

We don't need any reason, we don’t need any reason,
to drink and air our grievance, we don’t need any reason.

We don't need any reason, we don’t need any reason,
down in the gutter dreaming, always room for you down there, at home.

At home.

We don't need any reason, we don’t need any reason,
to drink and air our grievance, we don’t need any reason.

We don't need any reason, we don’t need any reason,
down in the gutter dreaming, always room for you down there, at home.


Virtuous

You made your bed, now you live in it,
tired of acting real when you’re counterfeit.
You paid your dues, but paid to whom?
Been playing God, playing virtuous.

Better dig deep, dig deep, dig deep,
through this well, try and hide yourself.
No one can take you, take you, take you from this hell,
for the light instead.

If this life ain't the one, that’s her influence.
She wielded a gun of grave consequence and influence.

Well here they are, the moral police,
they move in packs, swarm upon the beast.
They saw you out, under acid rain,
fallen on your sword, the needle in your draw.

Better dig deep, dig deep, dig deep
and expel, bid it all farewell.
No one can take you, take you, take you from a hell,
you designed yourself.

If this life ain't the one,
just feign indifference,
You wielded a gun of grave consequence and influence.

Loose lips, words slip, let rip into the atmosphere,
swarm down and commandeer the mind behind every ear.
Just something else that I need, just something else that I need,
something else that I need, just something else that I need.

Yeah, she's a lot, she's a lot, she's a lot like you, you know it too.
Yeah, she’s a lot, she’s a lot, she’s another like you, you know it too.
It ain't the one,
just feign indifference,
Yeah, she’s a lot, she’s a lot, she’s another like you, you know it too.


Golden Feel

I don't even know why,
I don't even know why,
I stick the knife inside,
it makes it feel alright.

But hey, did I mention?
You were never a legend,
you only screamed and writhed.

Spent your glory days, riding a sorry wave,
till it crashed in among the broken glass,
littering the sand - a nervous, disparate son.

I don’t even know why,
I don’t even know why,
When lightning strikes,
it won’t hit twice.

We covered the planet,
Just trying to straddle it,
But only drugged and wined.

Not my finest hour, riding a chemical swoon,
my head cracked in the white of an ambulance,
blooded another kerb, oh never, who's this fool?

In your Golden feel, in your chemical swoon, in your Golden Feel.
In your Golden Feel,
in your chemical swoon,
Get your head all glued,
Get up and move.

In your Golden Feel,
in your chemical swoon,
Get your head all glued,
Get up and move.


Swarm

Spores in the carpet glitter with panic,
shimmer then vanish, I’m growing erratic.

Someone erase this feeling inside me,
don't let it define me, swarm and swim all around me.

Someone raise a fist in defiance, a knife through the silence.
Someone flick a wrist in defiance, sever our disquiet.

Routine reigns supreme, our freedom vanished.
I’d live in the moment if I could stand it.

There's gaps in the framework, a rogue in the coding,
it’s all fucking falling, the walls are eroding.

Someone raise a fist in defiance, come out again fighting.
Someone flick a wrist in defiance and cut through the silence.
Cut through the silence.


Nostalgia For A Future That Never Came To Be

Don’t you ever wonder, staring infinitely?
Nostalgia for a future, that never came to be.
The fraught and bitter years, sail away - yet remain.
Don’t you ever wonder, how you fell into this future?

The slow-release, it builds deep, a call to arms from the soul.
A feeling slowly lifting, until you’re braving a smile.

Don’t you ever wonder, hold the pale moon’s stare?
The pallor of your skin, only mirroring.
You’re empty in the heart, now the mind will retort.
Don’t you ever wonder, how you fell into this future?

The sow-release, it builds deep and from tonight’s user dream,
like Kay said - 'there is nothing left to do but scream'.

The endless scroll, takes the soul, just how low can you go?

It won’t stop, swarming endlessly, this future, see it wasn’t meant to be...
but who’s to say what’s meant to be?

Come on, fire together, wire together, bind and take this all away
- we’ll find a time, to be alive, to feel alive and be released.

credits

released October 15, 2021

Recorded and mixed by James Kenosha at The Chapel in Leeds.

All songs written and arranged by Too Much Future.
All Lyrics by Owen Brinley.

Released 2021 by Safe Suburban Home Records.

Too Much Future is a group of disparate musicians from Leeds / Bradford, West Yorkshire. Not many bands decide to record an album before they've actually met, but for the two pairs of old friends that comprise of Too Much Future, this is exactly how it played out.

In 2016 Owen Brinley had all but decided to give up on music, yet the mind kept turning and bringing new ideas - stripped of any adornment, back to the bare bones. Through the twists and turns of following years and extended battle with chronic pain which informs many of his lyrics, a creative partnership with guitarist and artist Ben Holden was forged.
After a long search to complete the line-up, in 2018 they were introduced to drummer Joe Montague and bassist Anthony Ord by mutual friend and producer, James Kenosha.

In the basement studio of an abandoned chapel in Leeds, they arranged their equipment in a circle and set about honing an album of tracks from minute one. When it came to recording, nothing was moved and they cut the album live in that exact formation - with as few takes as possible committed to tape.

October 2021 finally sees the release of this debut LP, ‘Stress Majestic’, preceded by lead track ‘Come Loose’.

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'Fear, unease, tension, stress - the anxiety state that so many of us live in - is caused by too much future.'

Too Much Future are a group of disparate musicians from Leeds / Bradford, West Yorkshire.

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