Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Utopian Futures, artist - Kimya Dawson. Album song Thunder Thighs, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 17.10.2011
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Utopian Futures |
Somewhere the bombing all has stopped |
And people begin to sit and talk |
And somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can rest their bloodshot eyes |
Cause there’s nothing left to buy or sell |
Or kill or die for anymore |
We’re living inside eternal moments that we’ve searched for all our lives |
There’s nobody living by the clock |
And every door is left unlocked |
Cause property died all alone and capitalism lost its home |
There’s plenty of fresh air here in town |
And plants are growing on the cars |
And all of the streets are used for dancing |
And at night you see all the stars |
Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da |
Ya da da da, da da da da |
Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da |
Ya da da da, da da da da |
We’re searching for something that was lost |
And centuries all have covered up |
We’re flailing to find the smallest fragments of our liberated lives |
And every tiny piece we find |
We pick up and glue together |
Collectively working for our utopian futures to collide |
In snuggly beds and midnight talks |
In wandering bike rides and wayward walks |
Making up all of our own music, art, myth, food and news |
It’s happening everywhere we go |
Collective bookstores and basement shows |
Sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go |
Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da |
Ya da da da, da da da da |
Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da |
Da da da da, da da da da |
I’m a dream, this is real |
I’m a dream, you are here |
I’m a dream, you are me |
I’m a dream, we are free |
I’m a dream, this is real |
I’m a dream, you are here |
I’m a dream, you are me |
I’m a dream, we are free |
Now can’t you feel the ice caps grow? |
Now can’t you hear the forests laugh |
At piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows |
Cause the only processing we do now |
Is with one another in our homes |
With people we’ll fight, fuck, laugh and cry with |
Until the day we die |
Here where we share all that we’ve won |
Here where we grieve for what is lost |
Here where the children grow with names they chose and genders all their own |
Here where we celebrate each other |
Here where you’ve never had a boss |
Here where we sing like restless kids with half-chewed food inside our mouths |
Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da |
Da da da da, da da da da |
Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da |
Ya da da da, da da da da |
Here in the place outside the box |
There are no more borders left to cross |
From each according to ability and to each based on need |
Here in the place where dreams aren’t dead |
Here in the space between our heads |