Future, The (complete)

Writer(s): Gordon Jenkins
(from The Complete Reprise Studio Recordings, Disc 19)

1. What Time Does The Next Miracle Leave?
(chorus), [soprano solo by Diana Lee], “narration by Jerry Whitman”

My name is Francis Albert (Francis Albert Sinatra)
And I sing love songs mostly after dark, mostly in salons.
I’ve had some very good years.
I haven’t missed a whole lot in those firecracker years,
And I don’t want to miss a thing when the future appears.
I like to sit outside on a summer night with a drink in my hand.
And a little moonlit music on the stereo, and look at the stars.
Then I get an urge to travel to that fabulous sky,
If they can do it in the movies, why can’t I?
“Seats are now available on the Satellite Special”,
“leaving for Mercury and Venus, Pluto, Saturn, Neptune…”
What time is the next miracle, I want to be on board,
Save me a seat by the window where I can see
All those marvelous things to be seen out there.
(The things to be seen out there, all there)
What time does the next miracle leave?
Let’s get this show on the road,
And when the Satellite Tours begin,
Count me in, (count me in , count me in)
(count me in, count me in , count me in)
(count me in, count me in , count me in)
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…”
(musical interlude)
When I arrive at Venus, it will surely be spring,
And the girl I have waited for, will be waiting for me,
And she’ll dance with me all the afternoon,
Comfort me when the darkness falls,
And she’ll still be there in the morning when I need her the most.
Maybe when I get to Venus, I will never be lonely again.
“The Satellite Special leaving for Jupiter, Saturn,”
“Neptune, Jupiter, Saturn,” (Jupiter, Saturn)
Jupiter makes with the rain, Saturn makes with the crop,
A nicer trade was never made, and hopefully never stops.
If Saturn’s fields are dry, Jupiter won’t stay fat,
So Jupiter leaves its fortunes on and
“Next stop, Pluto where the devils dwell, hahahahahahaha”
Pluto is a rotten place an evil place they got in space,
It’s Hades (it’s Hades) filled with rats for self-defense,
A sordid flock of Crčme Nomen.
And ladies (ladies? Ladies, ladies, ladies)
It’s pure hell when your journey ends there,
But you can bet your ass I’ll lead a lot of friends there,
(We’re getting R A )
“Next stop, Mercury, Mercury, Neptune”
Mercury will lead us out to Neptune and her deep blue sea.
(musical interlude)
(And then) And then to Uranus (Uranus)
Uranus is heaven,
(Heaven, heaven, oh you know indeed, is it really heaven?)
How will I know? I will know, if they need me at the station,
With some cheese and some Mayo pizza,
Well done (well done), and a little red wine.
“The Satellite Special now leaving non-stop for earth, non-stop for earth”
(Move along, move along, it’s time we were getting on board.)
Please let me off at the desert, where I can see
All those wonderful things to be seen down there.
(to be seen down there, all there)
(coda)

2. World War None

Where I live in the desert, it’s so peaceful and warm.
And the cares of the world drift by, like clouds reflected in a quiet pool
But there always comes a time, when a man has to think of the future,
(War, war, war!) Has to think of his children, (war, war, war!)
And the world they will live in (war, war, war, war!),
I’m not sure if I can do anything to help them, but I can try, I can try.
Time to build us a fire, seven hundred feet high,
We can fashion a fire (fire) that will reach the sky (reach the sky)
We can feed the flames with the unkind deeds we’ve done (with the fire),
‘Cause we’ve got to get ready, for World War None.
(What we want is to burn our sins in a sort of furnace,)
(We’ll be stoking the fire with the lies we know)
All our false suspicions we can burn them one by one
That will help us get ready for World War None.
(A little love is more effective than a rifle,)
(A little faith will take you farther than it can)
(The rule we follow is the one forever spoken)
(They haven’t got the truth on their lips).
Keep on feeding the fire, till the fire is hot,
With those un-neighborly feelings we deny we’ve got.
Keep on trying for peace, until that peace is won.
Then you’re practically ready for World War None.
(A whispered word or touch is louder than a bugle)
(A silent prayer is so much stronger than a sword,)
(And the bombs that can’t replace the stained glass window)
For which we should thank the good Lord, thank the good Lord)
(Thank you, thank you, thank you)
If we cherish our fire (if we cherish our fire)
It could possibly be (it could possibly be),
Bright enough to be seen, (bright enough to be seen)
Far across the sea (far across the sea),
When those other countries (when those other countries)
(See) what we have done (what we’ve done)
Maybe they’ll help us get ready (get ready, get ready)

(World War None!)

3. Future I, The
[Alto solo by Beverly Jenkins] (chorus)

[Gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told,]
[I’m gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told.]
[I’m gonna say please, missus gypsy, tell me what the future will hold.]
(Hurry your deck of cards and your crystal ball)
(For there you will see that you will pray for light)
(The future will almost certainly be whatever you want it to be,)
(But with rockets and picks, from music and jetsam)
(There’s no butt that you can push, and push,)
(Let your imagination burst into flame)
(And it will let you do whatever you damn well to do, do,do).

Given a choice I would choose to have a magic wand that I could use,
To draw a melody, from that enchanted blade of grass
And cheese and wood and wind and sea.
I would stand there, dig a grave, and quietly say,
Ladies and Gentlemen, play for me, play for me.
(and the orchestra plays a beautiful melody)

4. Future II, The: I’ve Been There
Frank with (chorus)

(If the future proves sweet, would it tell us to leap before we move,)
(Would it care for us to live with danger or face the final foe,)
(If tomorrow brings us love, you can bet,)
(We will need all the help we can get.)
(And to tell me how this moves everyone of us to you.)
(How you’re glad its winter, how you’re glad to say it’s true.)

When I see a young couple walking slowly through the trees,
I don’t have to follow them to know how far they’ll go,
I’ve been there.
If the boy is sulking and the girl is close to tears,
I know it doesn’t matter, who is right or who started the fight,
I’ve been there.
I’ve been there when the music played old songs,
Young songs, good songs, bad songs, sweet songs, sad songs.
I’ve been there when a pretty smile made it difficult to breathe,
But so easy to fly and a pleasure to cry,
So to all of you in the throes of early love,
Where delightful confusion reigns supreme,
Let me try to help you rearrange your dream,
Let yourself live, let yourself love, let yourself go.
I’ve been there, and I know.

5. Future III, The (Conclusion) Song Without Words
[Alto solo by Beverly Jenkins] (chorus)

(Your imagination has an awful lot to give)
(If our right to live were yours hauntingly)
[I want to build a little hut, maybe two bedrooms]
[I want to build a little hut hung on joy]
(full musical interlude with chorus)
[I want to built a little hut hung on joy]
(brief transition)
If a man has a story that he badly needs to tell,
A man’s imagination makes a lovely wishing well,
(make a wish, make a wish)
I wish I could write a song everyone alive could understand,
(A song that a Frenchman could sing to a Spaniard)
(A song that a German could sing to a Russian)
(A song that if ever you’d sing, you are king)
(Wouldn’t it be wonderful, won’t it be grand)
To write a song that the whole wide world could understand.
(lala , lalala, lala, lala, lalala, lala)
(lalalala, lalalala, lala, lalala, lalala)
lalala, lalalala, lala, lalala, lalalala, lala)
lalala, lalalala, lala, lalala. lalala)
(music and repeat)
[Gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told,]
[I’m gonna say, please missus gypsy, tell me what the future will hold]
(Tell us what the future will hold.)

6. Future IV, The, Finale: Before The Music Ends
Frank with (chorus)

I reached the age of forty somewhat sooner than expected,
Living at a fairly hectic pace.
When I count the years that I have happily collected,
The future shows its apprehensive face.
(But now, Francis, what the hell do you do now, Francis?)
Quite a different song must be sung
When the singer is no longer young.
Before the music ends, before it fades away,
There are several very necessary things I must do.
Friends, I must be again certain places where I must be again.
Before the music ends, I must go to Hoboken one more time.
(pause)
I wanna run down that street where that thin Italian kid ran.
Then slow down at the school,
Where those nice old ladies tried to teach me,
Unaware that I knew much more than they did.
And stop at the poolroom for a beer,
And sadly say to myself, I don’t know anybody here.
(Francis, don’t go home again.)
One thing I’d like to do, before the music ends,
Is to thank some wonderful life-long friends,
I’ve never met but have known so well.
(background: Liszt’s Liebensraum)
From one Frank to another, thank you for your dream,
Your dream is now my own.
And thank you Ludwig Van (background: a snatch of the Fifth Symphony)
For the flight of fancy you sent me on.
Thank Mrs. Verdi, for Joe and a special thanks to Giacomo (Giacomo, Giacomo).
(background: Puccini’s La Boheme)
All of you took turns in delivering sunrise a little sooner to my window.
(musical interlude)
Before the music ends, with company by Dino and Clark,
I’d like to make one more charge at Baker’s.
You won’t find me at that idiot wheel that spins, and spins and spins.
I won’t play the slot machine, the management always wins.
Not for me the game where the jack is called black,
And meet them dikes that stand back.
(And you’re actually down the line, and a hundred on the drum)
(Is enough to make you shy, load the truck with speaker’s drum)
You won’t hear me talk about saving new shoes, baby’s got 57 pairs,
All I ask is Time, just plain and simple Time
(just a little tiny boo, just a little business free)
(time, time, time, time, time… time, time, time, time, time) Time!
(pause)
In years to come, I may forget if I lost or if I won,
But I’ll always remember how much fun it was.
(just concentrate on five and four, just stick to six and three).
(pause)
And when the music ends, I’d like it to end this way,
I’ll ask Chester to write me one more song.
I’ll get Lesty to make me one more chart,
And I’ll make one more record with the best musicians in the world.
(Fanfare)
And when that cat with the sight comes tugging at my sleeve,
I’ll be singing as I leave (Sandra, Sandra, Sandra)

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