Aaron English: vocals; Patrick Strole: guitar; Mark Fauver: keyboards and programming; Aaron Kremer: bass; Derek Munson: drums. String ensemble: Gulay Sarbay, Geli Wuerzner, John Jewell, Jesse Ahmann.
Produced by Patrick Strole, Mark Fauver and Aaron English at Subatomic Studios, Seattle, WA. Mixed by Don Gunn. Video produced by Patrick Strole.
I remember the future, we have seen it before We did it better back in the '80s, for sure When we lived in a Spielberg dream The past will come to save us from our complicated lives A plastic mothership hanging in a bluescreen sky And in the warm glow of an 8-bit sun we'll start again
Our bodies are cocoons, you know And someday soon our wings will grow We will become satellites And swim like fish through a sea called night
Hold on here it comes: the future that we missed I hear the engines hummin', sounds like an X-Wing Drummer Come on bring it home, somebody hit the switch Feels like a long time comin', sounds like an X-Wing Drummer
When the last cell phone blinks out, the silence that is left will shout A restless century will see: the future ain't what it used to be And in the warm glow of an 8-bit sun we'll start again
Ships fill the skies an' all eyes on the horizon Eden is rising!
Hold on, here it comes: the future that we missed Feels like a long time comin', sounds like an X-Wing Drummer Come on bring it home, somebody hit the switch I hear the engines hummin', sounds like an X-Wing Drummer