The Museum of Everything

by Wax Futures

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released March 31, 2017

Wax Futures are Graham, Kieran and Simon.
The Museum of Everything was recorded and mixed by Ryan Pinson at RML Wolverhampton, with additional support from Joe "it ain't math if you can't count" Tidmarsh on tracks 2, 5 and 7.
Field recording on track 6 by Kieran.
Tom Woodhead mastered the whole thing at Hippocratic Mastering, Leeds, whilst HK_47 designed the cover art.



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Track Name: Sandcastles in the Snow
We've been banging our heads together far too long, she said:
"These dreams will get us nowhere"
And I can feel the tide, it wraps around my toes, laps around my feet
Saccharine smiles and no retreat.

Recently I've been drawing maps from memory,
retracing all the steps that I've took.
Put it seems these paths they lead me nowhere.
Stop the presses, put that ink away, today, today, put that ink away.

And I know we're nowhere now, and I know we're going nowhere,
like sandcastles in the snow.
Track Name: Demographics
Take a minute to think about it before you sign on the dotted line
it's not just your future at stake.
Demographics and exit polls, I swear the numbers don't add up
'cus someone somewhere always foots the bill.

Economically speaking we should all just go and quit our jobs
what's the point in working anyway?
You'd sell your soul to the highest bidder, tell a lie just to save your skin
and stick two fingers to this scissored isle.

We've got nothing to say, we'll shout about it anyway.
Track Name: Wreck of the Hesperus
I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a business man
I wear a shirt and tie, I've got a pension plan
but it seems these days I don't know where I'm going
my office cube Daedalus-built
and I'm no minotaur
and Theseus is not my middle name.

When I was young, as a boy, as a boy, there was a sense of wonder
before the strain of life weighed heavy on my shoulder
and now I spend my days here sifting through the jetsam
searching for some solid ground or a sense of rationality
lost upon the rocks of Norman's woe.

The pen is mightier than the sword, but I've forgotten how to write
treading water every day, I'm the wreck of the Hesperus
Track Name: The 90s Called, It Wants Yr Misspent Youth Back
Memories creak like the ageing concrete
white-washed dreams flake at the seams
I heard they called because they want your misspent youth back
I swear that summer felt much longer back in 1993
are you nostalgic for the sense of possibility?

You left a trail of crumbs to find your way back home after school
I guess the future never looked so bright as it did that night
you wrote your secrets in a Filofax and hid it away
you wrote your secrets in a Filofax and hid it away
you wrote your secrets in a Filofax and hid it away

The monsters underneath my bed turned out to be plastic instead
and every sticker book I've saved reminds me of summer '98

A diet of SEGA can't sustain a growing boy

You've read every book by R.L. Stine, but you can't read my mind.