A track from our debut ep.  

get on home and kick those shoes off.

Produced by Future Selves and John Bender
Engineered by John Bender
Mastered by Kevin Reeves at Sterling Sound
Drums Recorded at Sonic Debris Studios, Thank You to Dan Korneff
Assistant Engineer: Alex Prieto
Written by Future Selves (Dan Funt & Eric Weisberg)

Feels Good To Be Home

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it feels good to be home
where the fire is warm
and I can kick my shoes off baby and
we just lighting one up



Feels Good To Be Home (Radio Edit)

Music and Lyrics by Dan Funt

Bass, programming, samples---Eric Weisberg
Guitars, vocals, synthesizers, programming---Dan Funt
Drums---Joseph Cestone
Produced by Mike Watts and Future Selves
Recorded, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Mike Watts and the Team at VuDu Studios.



I know you feel good in the dark and then you look at me
I've hurt, I've scarred, I've thieved a heart, so can you pardon me?
The room's a sapphire, a slizzered blizzard travesty 
You want the best night of your life, accept it honestly

Don’t you just turn your back on me
Strange thing’s you’ve got another thing coming
Don’t you just turn your back on me
Swallow me, you’ve got another thing coming

We come in cars: Waiting at the front door, This is what you came for
We breathe in stars: Love is just a dumb word, This is what you came for

It's in the weight of the beat 
And the shuffle of feat
You've go the right energy
Yeah girl and I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
That I could never feel this way forever

You took the weight off of me
You took the pain out of being
You gave me wings for my feet
You gave me wings and I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
That we could never feel this way forever

You have got to solve the problem

The strobing lights across your body are too much for me
You are a sexy sweaty mess, all hail her majesty
I am animal I can’t but help to tear your meat
Yeah you can call this love baby but I just call it frenergy

You took the weight off of me
You took the pain out of being
You gave me wings for my feet
You gave me wings and I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
That we could never feel this way forever

Looking down
Coming up
Rolling around I don't
Know where we're going we're just lost in the sound, so I
Speed up my heart burn out my lungs!
It doesn't matter when we're where we belong

You got it...


Frenergy

Travis-Side

Firestarter (My Baby Is)

Are the bad guys truly bad in the real world?
Are the things that happen, always like they sell or there's something bigger behind?
or is it just the way they want you to see things?

Enjoy, this one's a badass

Song Lyrics:

"Bad Guys

That's just the movies...
Where you know...
Who's the bad guy...
Don't rest...
Reality just ain't a fiction...
You never know...
Who're the bad guys
You can often see them wearing suits
With masks faking smiles...
The bad guys...
Are gonna get you... Gonna get you...
Fear... They look your eyes and see how you tremble

And  they smell...
Your fear...
'cause they're sick
They're gonna get you
You're right...
'cause you fear...
'cause they're sick
They're gonna get you

Learn to be nobody
You may never loose control
Pretend they care for you
But they taint my soul

They,
they know fear
'cause they're sick
They're gonna get you
They,
they know fear
'cause they're sick
They're gonna get you

You can fly away
Your escape route is your mind
Free to save yourself... But why?
You can save your soul, not mine!

You can sell your soul, not mine!
Yeah! You can sell your soul, not mine!
I Fear!

Bad Guys

Dan - guitar, piano/synths, programming, vocals

Eric- guitar, programming, vocals, bass guitar

Stoney - Drums

Well rolled burritos.  Planet earth.  Harbor runs.  Black hair and blue eyes.  Swedish fish.  Insecurities and vulnerabilities.  Club funt.  Shotgun.  So random.  Crisp suits.  Freshly fallen snow.  “are you going to finish that?”  people acting like animals and animals acting like people.  Fuzz.  Scented candles.  “he’s creepy”.   Asses.  Spinal chords.  Flocks of birds. after glow.  Lots of ice in our water.  “I’m sorry I don’t have any cash on me, can I get you back?” Good vibrations.  All the girls in the line for the bathroom.  Bro. Dog noises. Eye contact. First one of the day---
We liked, we like, we will like…random pleasures falling in and out of place, each whim changing in the mirror--do you even know who you were, who you are, who you’re becoming? We are our future selves, our future selves and nothing more.

Pop music tends to push itself on people, it’s not that pop music is not relatable, it’s very relatable; a lot of people do relate to what’s at the core of pop music; love. Love and heartbreak, wanting and rejection, lust, desire satisfied and desire frustrated, , true love, and murky, unsettling feels in between, butterflies.  Somewhere along the way it was more--Love, money, political problems maybe, social problems maybe, for a while angst and self introspection were on the radar.  But we don’t know, Pop these days, or maybe for always, pushes itself on people.  It tells you how to love but its not for lovers. Its for casual sexers, for partiers, for people who say no to their parents and say no to rules and stay up late and dance.  Its for people who are really cool and really chill.  Its for work hard, play hard; for ecstasy, for money, for getting up the ladder, getting bottles, for fierce, passionate semiromantic love, for summer flings, for random fantasies.  And sure, its escapism, we get it; who wouldn’t want these things? Who wouldn’t want to dance about this stuff? It sounds like the bees knees…but do we need these things? Must we always feel pressure to make our lives a three minute narrative? pop songs.  Pop is fucking people up.  Not everyone gets to be the love at first sight, the hottest bitch in the place, the greatest player in the game.  Why we cant just get real for a second.  Maybe its not as easy, maybe its not as convenient as starting with the chorus, the quick drop, the song with no instrumental break.  But maybe its not all about having wifi wherever you go.  Some shit you’re supposed to work through, some things you’re not supposed to get all at once.  This is real music for real people; if it makes you dance, awesome, if it makes you laugh, even better, and if it makes you cry…

And if we get famous and we start making pop music and you think we sell out? Well then, so did you for caring in the first place; be real, no one has to be anything.  We are our future selves. We are the person we will be when we become who we were after we became what we are.

We’ll all be dead
We might not all grow old
But I want to grow nothing
Not a little
Not even at all


Frenergy

FUTURE SELVES

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