The World of Tomorrow

by Munich Syndrome

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The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow Is here today The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow Is here to stay Backwards glances at a sepia life, In shades of gray Echoes from another time Reverberate and fade away Hints lurking in the noise Suggestions of what might be Clues hiding in the ether A hint of destiny The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow Is here today The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow Is here to stay No belief. No relief. From a world driven by hate. The tide is turning and it won't go back We won't have to wait for… The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow Is here today The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow The World of Tomorrow Is here to stay
2.
There’s a Disco in my head It puts me in a trance My fingers start to tap And my feet want to dance There’s a disco in my head I can feel it all around The beat of my heart Is the beat of the sound The beat is tapping code Just waiting to explode With a mirror-ball unfolding in my head You can feel it in heart The beat is in my art It’s the DNA thread --------- The pulse of the beat The dance floor incomplete Until contact is made Signals all around You can feel it in the sound It’s the love parade There’s a Disco in my head It puts me in a trance My fingers start to tap And my feet want to dance There’s a disco in my head I can feel it all around The beat of my heart Is the beat of the sound So come out and dance Feel it, take a chance Release is the ultimate goal Feel it all around Surrender to the sound Let the rhythm take control
3.
I remember those Friday nights… so long ago Tower Records, and then to the Palms, underneath the neon glow The I-Beam always had the coolest bands New sounds coming from faraway lands Too many people in my two-seater car Kissing total strangers in each and every bar Falling for those quirky bands, the Units or Voice Farm Getting past the velvet ropes, not with looks but with charm We’d save all week, just to live, for Friday Nights We’d plan all week, looking ahead, to get it right I want to go back there again, I want to go back there again I want to go back there again I want to go back there again Dressing up in anything, from leather to lace There was probably too much make-up on our face Wild neon colors in our hair People would always turn, and stare Party at the End Up, till the break of day All night drinking, wouldn’t have it any other way Dancing in the gutters, looking at the stars above Finding heartbreak, when we were looking for love We’d save all week, just to live, for Friday Nights We’d plan all week, looking ahead, to get it right I want to go back there again, I want to go back there again I want to go back there again I want to go back there again
4.
At Fillmore on to Steiner and Post Countless nights at Winterland, loved the most From the Airplane, to Bowie, or the Nuns The Rolling Stones, weren’t the only ones New Wave Kabuki, Soft Cell or ABC Frankie or Eurythmics, weren’t the only ones to see Iggy and the Stooges, at Bimbo’s for a night Erasure at the I-Beam, a wonderful sight A night at Slim’s with the Art of Noise Until December playing We Are the Boys Blondie @ the Mahubay, coming on late Siouxsie hanging out, on the Haight Romeo Void, never said never The B-52s party, going on forever, The Warfield fogged for the Sister’s of Mercy Prince at the Civic touring Controversy All the Ballrooms of San Francisco Rock & roll to glam, New Wave & Disco Nights lost in the music, Days lost in the bars Anticipating magic Caught up in the stars Too many special places, now lost to time Too many stars, cut down in their prime Nothing could quench, that rock & roll desire Needing to be there, when magic would catch fire Dancing in the underground to Flash & the Pan Sylvester rose to sing, everyone a fan Marianne Faithful sang of longing and hope While people in the bathroom were scoring some dope Blancmange at Wolfgang’s or the Sex Pistols end Winterland destroyed, never to transcend The I-Beam, went condo, the Stone went away The Regency reborn, to play another day
5.
Underneath the high-rise buildings Bathed in the neon glow The trains pass overhead Cars cruise by so slow The mood is taut, with pent up tension The roar of your bike, catches attention Furtive glances, the edge of danger Putting trust in a total stranger Everyone was mesmerized Whenever you entered a room Were you a boy or a girl? Everyone would just assume A toss of your hair, a meaningful stare Suggestions of what could be If the price was right, you’d stay the night And make it ecstasy Chorus Let’s look into the future, by burning up the past We thought we could dance forever, but knew it couldn’t last - Let’s live, live too fast - We know, it won’t last - Let’s erase the past - and let the moment catch fire... Evenings spent in leather bars To penthouse parties and expensive cars Any kind of drug, just to numb the pain A line or three, or a spike in a vein But it all unravelled Too hard to pretend On that fateful evening Slit writs and a happy end Chorus Let’s look into the future, by burning up the past We thought we could dance forever, but knew it couldn’t last
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05:09
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We were Friends, until we weren’t As you torched the bridge that you burnt Dancing naked on the last ember Never forget, I still remember You act so nice, but you like to play rough So demure, but it’s really a bluff Oh so quiet, with a Cheshire smile Those dead eyes, with no beguile You see conspiracies because you conspire You never learned to balance trust and desire Lies with reinvention, at every turn Those helping hands you so easily burn Consolidating power, the golden shower That you rain down upon your friends The person you portrayed, the games that you played You can never make amends Bridges Burnt A life of pleasantries is what you are after When you leave the room, do you hear the laughter? I once wondered, why you were alone The fallow field of friendship that you’e sown An empty life, searching for that wife Or a lapdog for your vanity A dark and twisted view, of everyone you knew A slim grasp on sanity Consolidating power, the golden shower That you rain down upon your friends The person you portrayed, the games that you played You can never make amends
8.
There’s a Disco in my head It puts me in a trance My fingers start to tap And my feet want to dance There’s a disco in my head I can feel it all around The beat of my heart Is the beat of the sound The beat is tapping code Just waiting to explode With a mirror-ball unfolding in my head You can feel it in heart The beat is in my art It’s the DNA thread --------- The pulse of the beat The dance floor incomplete Until contact is made Signals all around You can feel it in the sound It’s the love parade There’s a Disco in my head It puts me in a trance My fingers start to tap And my feet want to dance There’s a disco in my head I can feel it all around The beat of my heart Is the beat of the sound So come out and dance Feel it, take a chance Release is the ultimate goal Feel it all around Surrender to the sound Let the rhythm take control
9.

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The world of tomorrow… shaped and informed by the people, places and things from our past. Backwards glances at a sepia life. Who we thought we’d be, where we thought we’d end up and the things we did in the innocence (and often stupidity) of youth are a large part of this release. In the post-punk landscape of the very late 70’s into the new wave of the early 80’s, analog synths, 808 drum machines, vocoders, futuristic noises from another dimension were a part of the sonic landscape. Nights (and days) spent in San Francisco in pursuit of the elusive high of new music, friendship and love, from various indie record stores (and the much beloved and missed Tower Records), to small clubs, ballrooms, bars and a former ice rink (Winterland), are part of the DNA that led to this point in time. The world of tomorrow is here today…

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released August 13, 2016

David B. Roundsley

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Founded in the mid 80’s, Munich Syndrome was founded by David B. Roundsley. Post-punk, synth pop, new wave, with a bit of downtempo, ambient, and a pinch of glam! Styles range from dance, EDM, synthwave, to chill ambient and a bit of new wave rock. Our 8th album, Electro Pop 2 - Deluxe Edition is available NOW! ... more

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