Welcome to the Future

So many people appear to be so worried about the future these days that it seemed fitting to look backward into a Future that did indeed come to pass, like the tide coming back to meet the shoreline, only to recede once again in such an ageless process. Making music was that same process, the ebb and flow of notes, ideas, inspiration, perspiration, preparation, an ocean of possibility producing something from the elements that can stand the test of time. The blues riffs are those I have been playing since high school, the lyrics are as simple and true as they can possibly be, the names have been changed out of respect for the drifting:

The Future, by AMBIII

When I waded into the sea

I hadn’t even learned how to swim

Yet still I floated as in a dream

Until the tide washed my body

Back to her beaches

When I walked into the room

I didn’t even know my name

Yet somehow I felt to blame

For everything that would happen

In the future . . .

When she smiled and took me in

I had never seen her face

Yet somehow it all fell into place

Like I had been staring forever

At her picture . . .

When I opened up the door

I heard someone call out a name

Yet it never did sound the same

As when she called to tell me

There was no future . . .

Reflections of a thousand years

She has left me here with no tears

No fears

She has painted me into a corner

To drift alone at morning

To float along in mourning

When I waded into the sea

I heard someone call out a name

I knew I would take the blame

For everything that would happen

In the future.