Tomorrow Crumbled Into Fragments

japanese chanson, sitar blues, crunk calypso · 4:47

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Remember when we dreamed of flying cars
And cities on the moon by two thousand five
We used to paint tomorrow with our hopes so far
But somewhere we lost faith the future's still alive
The grand stories that once showed us the way
Have crumbled into fragments, led us all astray

[Chorus]
Time is collapsing, space is shrinking fast
Present and future, nothing seems to last
Waning historicity, we've lost our memory
Pastiche replaces parody, no more originality
The future's fading, grand narratives are gone
Time keeps fragmenting, we can't move on

[Verse 2]
Lyotard saw it coming, said the big tales would end
No more master stories to help us comprehend
Science, truth, and progress, once our guiding light
Now scattered into pieces in the postmodern night
We sample and we copy but we've lost the punch
Pastiche without purpose, just a surface hunch

[Chorus]
Time is collapsing, space is shrinking fast
Present and future, nothing seems to last
Waning historicity, we've lost our memory
Pastiche replaces parody, no more originality
The future's fading, grand narratives are gone
Time keeps fragmenting, we can't move on

[Bridge]
Schizophrenic temporality
Moments disconnected, floating free
No more linear time to see
Past and future lost at sea
Space compressed, time confused
History's thread has been diffused

[Verse 3]
Global connection makes the world feel small
But temporal direction, we can't sense at all
Parody needs a target, something to critique
But pastiche just assembles, shallow and weak
The future once was promised, now it's just a blur
Time-space keeps compressing, nothing's as we were

[Chorus]
Time is collapsing, space is shrinking fast
Present and future, nothing seems to last
Waning historicity, we've lost our memory
Pastiche replaces parody, no more originality
The future's fading, grand narratives are gone
Time keeps fragmenting, we can't move on

[Outro]
Where did tomorrow go?
Lost in fragments, don't you know
Grand narratives fade away
In the postmodern haze today

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