
Electro Pop, Future Pop
January 7, 2026
It’s Out of This World imagines a future where urgency has quietly disappeared. Set in the year 2078, the song does not focus on technology, progress, or spectacle. Instead, it looks at what everyday life feels like when nothing is missing and nothing is waiting. Birds are louder than the streets, trains still run on time, nothing buzzes in our pockets, and time slips by without demanding attention. Rather than treating this future as a loss, the song frames it as a shift. When systems are no longer built around survival or pressure, the central question changes. Work is no longer the measure of worth, and productivity is no longer the default purpose. What remains is choice. The repeated question “What do we do?” captures this moment of openness — a space where meaning is no longer imposed, but must be created. As the song unfolds, the question becomes more personal. In the final chorus, “What do we do?” turns into “What do you do?” The listener is no longer observing a world from the outside, but standing inside it. The song offers no instructions and no conclusions. It allows the uncertainty to remain, trusting the listener to fill the space with their own answer. It’s Out of This World is neither utopian nor dystopian. It does not argue for or against progress, automation, or change. It treats them as background conditions, already settled. The focus stays human — on time, attention, presence, and connection. In a world that no longer demands constant effort, the song suggests that meaning may come not from doing more, but from choosing carefully. The closing line brings the perspective into focus: in this world, we will need us. Not as workers, not as consumers, but as people — navigating a future where freedom is no longer something to earn, but something to understand.
Electro Pop, Future Pop
January 7, 2026
In this future, nothing is waiting.
It’s out of this world
In twenty seventy-eight
Everything for everybody
What do we do?
WHAT DO WE DO?
Birds louder than the streets
Trains still run, nobody’s late
Nothing’s buzzing in our pockets
Time slips without a sound
Old signs fading on the walls
Names that don’t mean much at all
They built a world that wouldn’t break
Guess they left it on and walked away
I thought freedom would feel amazing
Turns out it’s softer than I thought
It’s out of this world
In twenty seventy-eight
Everything for everybody
What do we do?
WHAT DO WE DO?
I show up late, nobody minds
Leave early, nothing falls apart
Mondays feel like any other night
I call it a day when it feels right
Machines are deep beneath the calm
Carrying weight we dropped long gone
They gave us time we couldn’t buy
So we just spend it hanging out
If nothing’s missing, nothing’s due
So why does this feel kind of new?
It’s out of this world
In twenty seventy-eight
Everything for everybody
What do we do?
WHAT DO WE DO?
I thought “having it all” would land somewhere
Turns out you just stand there
No hunger left, no finish line
Nothing big, but still feels right
It’s out of this world
In twenty seventy-eight
Everything for everybody
So what do you do?
WHAT DO YOU DO?
In this world, we will need us.