The Future Has Been Cancelled

'[Her] vocals are a bit distant. But it's eerie that way. 'It seem[s] like the sorta song you'd hear at the end of a party when you're stoned and drunk and everybody you know is long gone. It's that song you hear when you realize you're alone at 3 a.m. and everyone is passed out but you. 'If it was in the soundtrack to a movie it would show the protagonist trying to get home on rainy streets and finally making it to his or her empty apartment and sitting at the window looking pensive. Something needs to change.' —Douglas Lain, publisher of Zero Books In memory of Mark Fisher (1968-2017), whose theory inspired this song and whose tastes mirrored my own. May he see the great future whose death he saw alive in the World to Come. • Lyrics: We were promised many great things, but we were never told what the future brings. How shall we ever reclaim the light when the whole world is shrouded in hellish night? I am seeking shelter, but there is no escape from this deracinated world without shape. I am a nomad, bereft of territory, but wherever I look, I can find no glory. Slowly, slowly, the future is cancelled, never to come, never to pass. The world we know has been dismantled, and all that remains is but vaporous gas. The land is haunted by spectres of the past, for we know that nothing can ever last. All is flux—all is but a process: everything is fated to someday evanesce. Our memories give us but little solace when a life of awe has become aweless. The world was once all that is the case, but is now overtaken with empty space. Slower and slower, the world keeps turning toward void—toward nothingness. The embers of life will finish burning— but we still yearn to combiness. Beyond that, it's all a mess. We are trapped in an endless loop of time to lose the 'I' for the 'me'. The Last Man is dragged through the slime, slowly losing his Will to Be— Shantih shantih shantih Slowly, slowly, the future is cancelled, never to come, never to pass. The world we know has been dismantled, and all that remains is but vaporous gas. Slowly, slowly, the future is cancelled, never to come, never to pass. The world we know has been dismantled, and all that remains is but vaporous gas. • Credits: • Evangeline Sutherland ——vocals, guitar, production, lyrics, composition