Utopian Futures

Somewhere the bombing all has stopped
 And people begin to sit and talk
 And somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can rest their bloodshot eyes
 Cuz there's nothing left to buy or sell
 Or kill or die for anymore
 We're living inside eternal moments that we've searched all our lives
 There's nobody living by the clock
 And every door is left unlocked
 Cuz property died all alone and capitalism lost it's home
 There's plenty of fresh air here in town
 The plants are all growing on the cars
 And all of the streets are used for dancing and at night you see all the stars
 Yada dada deeya yada dadada
 Yada dada dada dada
 Yada dada deeya yada dadada
 Yada dada dada dada
 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
 And wandering bike rides and wayward walks
 Making up all of our own music art myth food and news
 Its happening everywhere we go
 Collective bookstores and basement shows
 Sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go
 Yada dada deeya yada dadada
 Yada dada dada dada
 Yada dada deeya yada dadada
 Yada dada dada dada
 I am a dream, this is real
 I am a dream, you are here
 I am a dream, you are me
 I am a dream we are free
 I am a dream, this is real
 I am a dream, you are here
 I am a dream, you are me
 I am a dream we are free
 Now can't you feel the ice caps grow
 Now can't you hear the forest laugh
 At piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows
 Cuz 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
 Yada dada deeya yada dadada
 Yada dada dada dada
 Yada dada deeya yada dadada
 Yada dada dada dada
 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