Future Music - Vol. XIII - Beyond the Infinite


Rob Barsky
Lyrics, Vocals, Guitar, eDrums
Rich Arbaugh
Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, H-Vocals

Album Cover by Brittany Crowl
Produced & Engineered by Future Music

 

Lyrics:
Finger Painting
Sparks From Heaven
Schematism
Grey to Colour

Tall Poppy Syndrome
Cycle of Emotion
Wrong Side of the Road
Sharing Time
Messiah
Reject Nothing
Avoiding The Void

all songs © 2008
Robert E. Barsky & Richard Arbaugh


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Recorded: 5/29/07 - 10/18/07

album review:

Our leaders tell us the world is a dangerous, violent place. The television warns us that armies of our enemies amass to challenge our freedom. From nearly every corner the message is one of fear and horror, telling us to be afraid, always frightened. Now, more than ever we need Future Music! Over the 11 tracks on Beyond the Infinite, their thirteenth album, FM architect Robert Barsky (lyrics, vocals, guitar, e-drums) and ace axe-man Rich Arbaugh (guitar, bass, harmony vocals) offer a much-needed infusion of hope and love, reminding us that the world offers an infinite number of possibilities.

Opening with Finger Painting, Future Music channels late 1960s Kinks with a hot guitar lick and lyrics steeped in optimism, pointing out that the key to overcoming darkness resides within us. We only need to look for it. The positive vibrations flow free and fast over this entire album and the exhortations of love abound.  The superlative Grey to Colour (which features a goose-bump inducing intonation of the phrase “rock & roll,” giving what some consider a cliché new vitality), shows the power of love to change everything for the better. On the near-giddy-with-happiness Cycle of Emotion the singer identifies the source of his purpose simply as “looking for a little love, find it every time we touch.”

Even when addressing the complexity of modern life, Barsky’s words never fall prey to pessimism. On Schematism, a Lennonesque musing on the human condition driven by a smoking slow-burn guitar part, we are reminded that no matter how evil the machinations our leaders employ or how bad things may appear “everything returns to balance, everything returns home.” The madness and distraction that is the modern media is the subject of Tall Poppy Syndrome, in which we are chided, gently, about our fondness for watching others fall. FM reminds us that “It’s the tall poppy syndrome, it’s been around since day one. Says something about our mind set, and how we allow it.”

The two brightest jewels among the finery of this album greet the listener as the album’s final tracks. Reject Nothing acknowledges that in a time were “everybody’s known despair, known emptiness” we are all looking for answers to escaping the downward cycle and the key is not to limit where we look for answers. We need to look inside and find the hope that is within each of us. FM entreats that we look for that hope, for “Hope creates a light that can be seen, reject nothing, open possibilities.”

Avoiding the Void is a smoldering rocker that only sounds better the louder it is played. Over Arbaugh’s driving guitar Barsky warns what awaits those who buy into the easy answer, instant-gratification promises of those who polarize our society. Our leaders offer specious promises that once you accept “you’ll be negated, cancelled, annulled, invalidated, lured into a realm beyond the mind.” What can one do? Follow FM’s example by avoiding the void and not buy into the negative outlook so pervasive today. Let’s look for alternatives, look for hope and love to help get over this hump and climb out of the darkness and back into the light. The soundtrack for the journey is right here and will help us go Beyond the Infinite.

Robert Grover, 11/11/07


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Special Thanks to: Michelle Deverall



Finger Painting

I see a shadow, in darkness
Somehow it upsets my compass
As I negotiate
The sands of time

Night blindness, occurring
But watercolors flowing
From some bright, recessed place
Within my mind

Finger painting in the sky
Put my prints upon the moon tonight
Canvas image left behind
Finger painting in the sky

Outrageous, despicable
Shameful, shocking, so contemptible
Disgraceful and
Extremely dangerous

But it’s the thing that I call my life
And if I could you know I’d do it twice
Just for one more chance to
See your eyes

Finger painting in the sky
Make the galaxy my work of art
You know pictures never lie
Finger painting in the sky

All that time, I walked that line
Until it turned to stone
Somehow thinking narrowly
It was the only way to go
The only way to go go…

Sparks From Heaven

Sit here watching time go by
‘till the sparks from heaven fly
Sit here watching time go by
‘till the sparks from heaven fly

In a world now unknown
In a new suit of soul
In a nameless place of mind
Where I now reside

Sit here watching life go by
‘till the sparks from heaven fly
Sit here watching life go by
‘till the sparks from heaven fly

With a glimmer of hope
With a flicker of the heart
An ember ignites
And love becomes light

Schematism

Schematism
What goes above, goes below
Schematism
Patterns in the universe

Schematism
present future past collide
Schematism
structure of all space & life

Everything returns to balance
Everything returns to home
Reality created
Essence of the soul

You plot & plan, contrive & scheme
Try to weave your own intrigue
Conspire & coordinate
But everything remains the same

Schematism
A matrix of awakening
Schematism
The world is what you make of it

Everything returns to balance
Everything returns to home
Creation undiscovered
A mirror to the soul

Grey to Colour

What did your love do?
It turned grey to colour
Why do I love you?
You’ve turned grey to colour

How did my world change?
It went grey to colour
Your love's decorated
My life with colour

You painted my world
Dyed my soul
Streaked my shades of rock & roll

You tinted my heart
Blushed my brain
My tone and hue are not the same

You've turn grey to colour
You've turn grey to colour

Tall Poppy Syndrome

It's the tall poppy syndrome
It's been around since day one
Says something about our mind set
And how we allow it

One minute she's hott stuff
Next she's too fat
Now she can't dance
tall poppy syndrome

Build 'em to  watch 'em fall
One false step and you're gone
Build 'em up to watch 'em fall
Put 'em on a pedestal and push 'em off

It's the tall poppy syndrome
It's been around since day one
Says something about our mind set
And how we allow it

One minute he's a rising son
The next he's just a gutter bum
He don't know nothing
Tall poppy syndrome

It's the tall poppy syndrome
It's been around since day one
Says something about our mind set
And how we allow it

Build 'em up to watch 'em fall
Put 'em on a pedestal and knock 'em off
Build 'em up to watch 'em fall
One false step and you're gone

Cycle of Emotion

Somewhere in my consciousness
Under the radar of my awareness
I feel a passion in my brain

Deeper than infatuation
Not a mood, nor sensation
As if you’re in my very skin

Lookin for a little love
Find it every time we touch

Freed from the cycle of emotion
Cured of pain from past exposure

Wrong Side of the Road

Life and being
Sometimes rough
Existence living
Kinda tough

Analyze, scrutinize, investigate, evaluate
Explore and question, examine everything
Study and discover, faith devotion
Find conviction, trust in living

We’re on the wrong side of the road
Turn this thing around and take me home

Time is decades
Time is days
Years of waiting
Drift away

 (top)

Sharing Time

There comes a point in time
Where circumstance seems right
An incident of mind
Causes chance to turn your life
A moment comes and goes
A juncture of your very soul

Well all I really wanna do
Well all I really wanna do
Well all I really wanna do
Is share my time with you
Share my time with you

Ask what’s happening
And the instant that you do
An era that you knew
Just dissipates from view
A instant goes and comes
This chapter has just begun

Messiah

You know if Jesus comes back
He’ll probably be arrested
When he tells ‘em who he is
They’ll order psychological testing.
And if he mentions his father’s name
They’re gonna put him in a rubber room
Because it’s very hard to recognize
When the messiah come, when the messiah come.

He might have changed his name to Achmed
And he might be black
Or he might be that pretty girl
With the really nice rack
‘cause after his last visit here
He may choose to wear a disguise
So when the messiah come.
He might be hard to recognize

Nothing can stop the truth from being told
Nothing can stop the word from being heard
Nothing can stop the spirit from arising
But when the messiah comes, he might be hard to recognize

You know if Jesus comes back
He might be disappointed
With theme parks and satellites
In his name anointed
He might really feel
Like he’s already done enough
And think that you should pull your own weigh
Instead of waiting ‘till messiah comes.

Nothing can stop the truth from being told
Nothing can stop the word from being heard
Nothing can stop the spirit from arising
But when the messiah comes, he might be hard to recognize

Reject Nothing

Everybody feels loneliness
feels helplessness
yeah, we all lose our way

Everybody's known despair
known emptiness
yeah, we all have those days, because

Life, has a habit of hitting hard
of tearing dreams apart
of testing who you are

And it's all a matter of how much you can take
It's a matter of faith
The hope in your heart, because

hope creates a light
that can be seen
reject nothing
open possibilities

dissipate the fog
that clouds your dreams
reject nothing
open possibilities

And as the future becomes the past
And we try to grasp
A little sense to it all

Keep your heart open to anything
Allow for second chance
And let the sound in your soul sing, because

Potential and promise are limitless
If you leave an opening
For the miracle to appear.

And the miracle will come from where it’s always been
From deep within
The hope in your heart, because

hope creates a light
that can be seen
reject nothing
open possibilities

dissipate the fog
that clouds your dreams
reject nothing
open possibilities

 (top)

Avoiding The Void

There’s two kinds of energy
Positive and negativity
One pulls, the other sucks
Attraction you out toward empty space
and if you touch you’ll be negated
canceled, annulled, invalidated
lured into a realm beyond the mind

so I’m avoiding the void
avoiding the void

There’s two kinds of energy
Real and fantasy
One exists, one’s illusion
One is Vision, The other mass confusion
Magnetic lure so fascinating
Repellent contact devastating
Enticement meant to fry the brain

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 Dedicated To The Everlasting Memory of
John Lennon & George Harrison