Holy Shit, Here Come​.​.​. The Future West

by The Future West

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5 tracks from our debut album. Buy the full length LP digitally from this page or a physical copy here - thefuturewest.bandcamp.com/merch

Produced, recorded and mixed by Francis Watters.
Mastered by Fergal Davis.
Artwork direction by Ian Matthews.

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released March 14, 2017

Produced, recorded and mixed by Francis Watters.
Mastered by Fergal Davis.
Artwork direction by Ian Matthews.

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The Future West Dundalk, Ireland

The Future West are an experimental, lo-fi, psychedelic 4 piece from Dundalk, Louth. Currently standing with a live show full of spontaneity and going the D.I.Y/Lo-Fi route, the band have just finished recording their debut album which was self-produced in their home studio. It was released on March 25th to a sold out An Tain Arts Theatre and is was also backed by a number of UK shows. ... more

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Track Name: The Last Known Solider
Dabbling & meddling in hard times, now you say he sunk to the bottomless shore. Resting his life in peace in the underground.
Crack up a level while I take a step down. We'll wind down and walk to the store. Lesley's the type, he's the guy who'll be feeling shy, he knows.

Produce your goods and produce your guns.
Do ya wanna do pistols at dawn?
Don't feed the shutter and the clatter and the clutter 'till then.
Overtaken in the lead he thought he'd won it. Want it all to be forgotten now? His body was discovered at 10:30 p.m last night.

Walking around going unnoticed by all those who pass him by.
Invisibility, happy as can be.
Announced out loud the whole damn town "the death of a man has occurred. Who even cares? He'll be forgotten about tonight.

He don't want 'em to see how he sees it in his eyes. They don't realise.
Track Name: Tall Tailed Truth
Tell me a tall tailed truth. Dying, murder.
Uncover what you keep closed. Wrapped neatly, undercover.
Stuck out black tongue. Little fibber. I would never.
I could point the finger if anyone's a singer 'cause you can't live forever and I can't keep shouting and offering you your last meal.

Don't you know you made a deal?
No one asked how you are.
'Cause we don't get that far.

With only two days shorter than twenty four hours why not try it all?
Big man, money spender.
Feed, feed the register because Count Dracula would suck your pocket dry in any way to get him by 'cause you can't live forever and I can't keep shouting and offering you your last meal.

Don't you know you made a deal?
No one asked how you are.
'Cause we don't get that far.
So take your loyalty and don't come back to me.
Your telephone rings but I just keep singing.
Track Name: 60's Psychedelic Acid Jam
Drop one, drop two how you feeling?
Who's your friend who's mouth keeps speeding?
Wide eyes keep flickering from side to side.
Take a look at him. It's not very nice.
Sit him down. Did he fall down?
He's in a black hole, thinks someone will eat his soul.
He looks around the room, thinks everyone's a mole.
A very devilish and fiendish sorta kinda plan could come together if hadn't of got up and ran, but he fell down.
Track Name: No One's Missing You
I won't be forgetting but I won't be sad.
I'm not gonna kick down your door.
Pushing will turn to shoving which then will turn to nothing just like I did all the times before.

Oh, what to do for me and you?
Oh, you want it all but all I want is you.

Can I talk? No one's listening.
Can I stay? No one's waiting.
You're too good for all of this.
You're too good for me.

Oh, what to do for me and you?
Oh, you want it but all I want is you.

Can I talk? No one's listening.
Can I stay? No one's waiting.
You're too good for all of this.
You're too good for me.

I won't be forgetting. This push will come to shove.
Track Name: Seven Ways To Get Ahead
Come to my front door but bring your lonely self.
Make sure no one's around 'cause I wasn't around when she said she was leaving and packing her bags. No time wasted now she's halfway down my street. But she'll always return back here for more annoyance. Although, I've spoken out loud but I'm talking to walls. How enthralling, appalling that someone is mauling this story and tearing it apart.

Never again will I be your talking head. I'm getting so tired of this bed. I'm so restless and senseless but I will caress, fix this mess oh no less. All I want in return is to earn my place back to the top. So I'm spilling the beans. I'm mean and I'm keen. So I lean toward becoming one with my own useless thoughts. Where's the smile that you brought. I can be self taught if I put my mind to anything.

I'm the one who stays up looking for the right time to leave.
I'll make sure you don't wake up when I pack my bags and get up to leave.

Caught red handed. Kept going when I should have landed. Cooking up a storm out of the norm 'cause I was born into a world of hurt and of pain. Is nobody here sane? I'm still taking the blame though I'm not in the wrong. It's a feeling that prolongs even after I'm told it's alright but I still feel a slight bit of fright in the night. I'm losing everything to you.

I'm the one who stays up looking for the right time to leave.
I'll make sure you don't wake up when I pack my bags and get up to leave.

Are you reformed? No? Can't you recall? Don't you remember the trouble and much more? Tangling wires and spreading your lies. They were never not gonna grow bigger in size. No! We won't wait for the trouble that you brought. Never again will you knock on my door. I hope you carry this weight around. Go and get fucked. I hope you're run out of town.