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HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH?
FT. KOJEY RADICAL


They said fame and success doesn’t make you a nice person
Being nice doesn’t make you successful
Does looking for more make us focus more on what we lack?
Is love in the temporary, a struggle to get back?
What do we give when we’ve given our all?
If I gave you a pound a second it would only take twelve days to make a million.
Twelve days…
They said time is money - but how do you spend it?
How much is enough?
Is too much is never enough?
HOW DO WE FIND OUR TRUTH? / THE OTHER SIDE
FT. STORMZY, BEATRICE MUSHIYA


Look,
Pain up in my mother’s eyes
Made it to the other side
God forbid I let her down
Covered in the blood of Christ
Covered in the blood of Christ
Covered in the….

Had to see my brothers die,
Look into the fucking sky
Wanna know how I survived?
Covered in the blood of Christ
Covered in the blood of Christ
Covered in the blood of Christ

My son Duran Kajiama, known as Dee. He was a very smart and intelligent boy. He was doing very well in school. He liked to dance and to sing. He never liked violence, but violence met him. I miss him, his friends miss him, aunty, uncle, grandma… They miss him so much. Dee world… we love you.
WHAT'S THE COST OF FREEDOM?
FT. ALBERT WOODFOX


My question is… What’s the cost of freedom?

Freedom for me is the physical ability to bring philosophical views, theoretical views, subjective views, objective views, you know… to the shape and form and bring that into a reality, you know… to move it from the heart, the mind, the soul, to actual I guess, material force, either for good or bad, or anything in between.
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? / WAY BACK WHEN?
FT. LAFAWNDAH


What was it back like then?
What do you mean?
Back when?
At the beginning of time

In the middle of the Garden of faith, I died as mineral and became a plant,

I died as plant and rose to animal

In the middle of the garden of faith, I died and lost my fear

What was it back like then?
What do you mean?
Back when?

In the middle of the Garden of faith, I died as mineral and became a plant,

I died as plant and rose to animal

In the middle of the garden of faith, I died and lost my fear.
DO WE REALLY CARE? PT 1
FT. TOM GRENNAN, TIA CARYS


Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty, gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity?
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

It ain’t affect us
Forget correct morals they neglecting
A summer in the city
Those shadows already checked in
A couple of them
Struggles again
Don’t want it with them
You’ll let 1 or 2 struggle again
‘Till it hits home
So many gimmicks alone
They’ll push these limits, social physics
Fool
To film on their phone
And say ‘Smile for the camera, natural’ Making gritty glamorous
Deflects from all these unpaid actors
Madnesses happen, nobody panicking
That damaging damage
And claque for callousness, that’s fatuous We’re fed not what is factual
In actual fact
The world’s been wacked
And you don’t care
And yes I get that
But I need a little light, uh
I’m a fighter
Hear me hear me
I got quite a list
I’ma write off
And I’m learning write from wrong
Though I knew it all along
Seems this summer in the city
Ain’t the warmest one to come

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty, gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity?
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

I seen it all
I seen a scene like a spectacle
Susceptible diseases
Treated like a fucking festival
No quarantine
A worried teen
Like is this mess amendable?
Obsession over wrongful leaders
Made em all electable
And best of all
They’re the biggest criminals who arrest em all Blacks all identical?
Lifestyle symmetrical
Let’s not forget the females in third worlds
It’s so unethical
Not meant for you?
Sit on your ass make this shit acceptable
Donations don’t do ziltch
That’s playing hide and seek with issues
Just to pride your guilt
But when they got you on that stretcher
Could you treasure all those gestures
Or you ‘bout to die alone
History - everyone forgets ya
Cause we rushing regrets
And we can’t see these bullets
Like it’s Russian roulette
Na na
Rushing regrets
We ain’t dodge these bullets
Like it’s Russian roulette

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty, gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity?
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

WHY ARE WE DIVIDED, WHEN WE'RE SO CONNECTED?
WHY ARE WE DIVIDED, WHEN WE'RE SO CONNECTED?
WHY ARE WE DIVIDED, WHEN WE'RE SO CONNECTED?
FT. ES DEVLIN
FT. ES DEVLIN
FT. ES DEVLIN
When I look out across a sea of a hundred thousand people attending a concert, a gathering of connection, a gathering of people singing together, enjoying music together, I sometimes feel that the audience is not human. I sometimes feel that the audience, is in fact a sea of telephones. I sometimes feel that the humans are there simply to transport their telephones to the show, and one part of me is devastated by that, the other part of me understands that the human species has always evolved in a feedback loop, with the objects that we’ve created. We made flints, and then we redesigned ourselves to manipulate the flints. The flints redesigned us. We made smartphones, and the smartphones redesigned us.
When I look out across a sea of a hundred thousand people attending a concert, a gathering of connection, a gathering of people singing together, enjoying music together, I sometimes feel that the audience is not human. I sometimes feel that the audience, is in fact a sea of telephones. I sometimes feel that the humans are there simply to transport their telephones to the show, and one part of me is devastated by that, the other part of me understands that the human species has always evolved in a feedback loop, with the objects that we’ve created. We made flints, and then we redesigned ourselves to manipulate the flints. The flints redesigned us. We made smartphones, and the smartphones redesigned us.
When I look out across a sea of a hundred thousand people attending a concert, a gathering of connection, a gathering of people singing together, enjoying music together, I sometimes feel that the audience is not human. I sometimes feel that the audience, is in fact a sea of telephones. I sometimes feel that the humans are there simply to transport their telephones to the show, and one part of me is devastated by that, the other part of me understands that the human species has always evolved in a feedback loop, with the objects that we’ve created. We made flints, and then we redesigned ourselves to manipulate the flints. The flints redesigned us. We made smartphones, and the smartphones redesigned us.
FEAR OR FAITH? PT.1
FT. ALYSIA NICOLE HARRIS


What if you doubt the universe’s moral arc?
I know the church steeple once unbent, now curls to a question.
I know you prayed like you should
But the pews no longer offer solace,
That when you petition the heavens,
The mouth of the moon falls open to swallow you.

I know the gods of experience trick and tire.
I know the priest of knowledge locks the tower gates.
When you prayed
On nights menacing,
City, dark as denim,
Horizon flagging
Purple gang signs for the end times
Do the streetlights slander you?
Do the strip clubs beg of you?

In the quiet mosque of your heart
I know you quake, I know you weep,
Working out your faith with fear and trembling.
What if when you prayed, the void answered
In a language you did not understand?
What if there are strangers in the courtyard?
What if this is the promised land?
MOUNTAIN GIRL
FT. RUELLE


There’s no golden frame around the mountain girl
She doesn’t even know.
Dances with her tribe around the firelight
Slow motion in an ancient world
She doesn’t even know
Where horizons start and where they end

We need a light in the shade
To find a sacred place
A sacred place

Whispers in the deep
Silent echoes in her dreams
Nothing’s out of reach
Silent echoes in her dreams
We need a light in the shade
To find a sacred place
A sacred place
WHAT IS LOVE? / BRIGHT EYE
FT. DUCKWRTH


If I was a giant man,
And I touch the skies of man
Would I be so quick to fall
The longest fall of them all
And If I sailed out to sea
And the waves brought you next to me
Could I stay afloat?
Would I sink so deep?

If I found love today
Would you feel some type of way?
Cause I found loving you
And I don’t know what to do
And If I stood at the gate
Of your heart
Would it be my fate?
To open up to me,
Or close off for eternity

What will it be, what would it be if we find some love?
What would we be, what would it be if we find some love?
What would it be, what would it be if we find?
What would it be? What if we find love?

You gotta explain this shit to me,
The story goes
I’m cruisin, doing 150 in my Trans Am
And you clip my wings,
And now I’m fallin’
Crash landing,
Past the sun, right here..

I’ve fallen, right here
Sun is high, grass is low,
Scotty, beam me up
I fell so far, for her.

(You got me)
Bright eyed, bright eyed
You got me bright
With the sky above me
Bright eyed, bright eyed
You got me bright
So bright
You got me bright eyes
Bright eyes
You got me bright
With the sky above me
Bright eyed, bright eyes
You got me bright
So bright

I open my eyes up
And all I can see
Is the fire that’s burning in front of me
Those passionate flames got me screaming your name,
If you say you’re the best, bitch I wont disagree
I think I‘m in love cause I feel like a drug
Getting high like I’m levitating off the rug,
And I took off the chains and I feeling unplugged,
If you want to see me
Just look up above

Bright eye, bright eye
You got me bright
With the sky above me
Bright eye, bright eye
You got me bright
So bright
With the sky above me
Bright eye, bright eye
You got me bright
With the sky above me
Bright eye, bright eye
You got me bright
So bright
WHAT MATTES MOST?
FT. ARLO PARKS


Hello, I just wanted to ask you - in your opinion… What matters most?

Making sure she knows I’m sorry
Pulling the perfect pint, under the orange of the afternoon
Finding God
Folding the rage out of my own mouth
Finally understanding why I always seem to break my own heart
Seeing the ocean for the first time
Wind like diamond to the soft skin of my cheek
Giving up cigarettes
Forgiving my father
Making the last bus home eyes wet, heart open to the quiet of the morning
DO WE REALLY CARE? PT 2
FT. SIMON ARMITAGE


I’m curious,

because to show mercy once in a blue moon only makes the unforgiving
more furious,

As if kindness and grace were ethereal rare gifts in the realm of the
luxurious,

As if there were something hard and remote at the core of the human
nucleus,

Despite compassion and tenderness making the darkest of souls almost perfectly
luminous.

I’ve sensed some creature not far from the surface, cold-blooded,
imperious,

With a heart like a cannonball lost in an ocean trench, stony,
impervious,

Or lodestone lodged in the brain and locked on a bad star that brings out
The worst in us.

Look at me, God’s gift to graffiti, spellchecking
‘Injurious’

Look at you, joy riding the soft-top hearse all the way to the
terminus;

Here we go, planting our poppies then torching the forest, carelessly
serious.

Meanwhile we’re crowding the brink of the lip of the cusp of the rim of the next
Vesuvius

Trying to flag down a passing planet or mother ship, failing to lip-read
the universe.
CHILDREN OF THE INTERNET
FT. DAVE

Look, I grew up in good, but a changing age ‘My Wife and Kids’, Damon Wayans
When a Youth Club was everybody’s favorite place
Where if you spoke to a girl then it was face to face

Bro I’ve seen the heart of the hood turn trendy
Kids lose interest, parks turn empty
Social media’s got us all less friendly
Now can’t you see the irony
She’s got game when she types to me

But nothing in person - that ain’t the type for me.
Asking can we go for dinner?
Yet in the flesh, no conversation or intellect
The future generation are the children of the internet

It’s all changing, I’m seeing it now
You can meet a 100 people without leaving your house
Putting pictures in a frame and memory in the clouds
You know everybody keeps their memories in a cloud
We finally found a voice and we ain’t speaking as loud
People only want to listen to the sheep in a crowd
And any other statement gets you cancelled by an activist that has never helped the cause that they’re tweeting about.

Do you blame public figures and personalities for giving little kids a warped view of reality?
Or blame all of the apps that make a killing by finding the sweet spot in your self hate and vanity

Could you argue that it’s borderline dangerous to take a picture of a girl’s face and start changing it

In one quick filter, your nose looks thinner, your eyes look fuller, your lips look bigger

Your software‘s bettering, your phone knows everything, if anything it’s getting George Orwellian
It’s all connected, nobody’s protected from business collectives, your info collected.

Children of the internet

Your info collected
As species we now have to redefined what it means to be connected.

Children of the internet
A recent study show that the average person earnestly swipes, taps, pinches their phones a million times a year

Your info collected
People feel naked, inadequate, and utterly vulnerable without their phones. It’s a primarily conduit of personal, social and work life.

Children of the internet
There more active cellphones on the planet than people.
The mobile phone is both a connection and disconnection device.
It is typically placed between the human and its surroundings.
Tuning the surroundings out.
PROMISED LAND
FT. MIKKY EKKO


Get loaded get loaded - get get sober
Don’t do it, don’t do it,
come over, please…
My hands know the way

True believers raise your hands
True believers raise your hands
Welcome to the Promised land
True believers raise your hands

My hands know the way
The shape of your shoulder
My back knows the knife
You keep in a holster
Out back by the street light
You flicker and smoulder
Young devil, all you ever do is tease
Fake love keeps me on my knees
This life or the next one?
This life or the next one?
See you in this life or the next one

True believers raise your hands
True believers raise your hands
Welcome to the promise land
True believers raise your hands
FEAR OR FAITH? PT. 2
FT. IDRIS ELBA


In the name of the father
In the name of the father
Sins of the father
Is it the son?

Fear is at the centre of it all, for sure. There’s always fear at the upper echelons of anything, fear kills everything it touches. The conservative impulse is to preserve your hard earned, to live in a constant state of mild fear that you will diminish. Fear makes good, rational people do crazy things, and even crazier things to justify the first part. They’re stuck forever in a loop of lunacy. The spectacle and the showbiz have taken over everything, even notions of honesty - everywhere.
MILLION$BILL
FT. KOJEY RADICAL, EASY LIFE


There's something that I wanna give you
I'm gonna give you a….
There's something that I want to give you
I'm gonna give you a five pound box of love
With a million dollar bill on top,
Diamonds on every corner
And a big black pearl for a lock…

Asiago Romana, sprinkle that over pasta
We got views of the water, I take aim at the roster, Got my faith from the Preacher
Got my seeds from the Rasta
Ain’t no promises made
Can’t think about it menyata
I’m riding out like Ducatis,
Treat my pain like a hobby,
I’m shaking these demons off me
I’m shaken up to the core
They really thought they could stop me
Really thought I was rocky
Really thought I was godly,
But big, small or tall - we 6 feet in the coffin.
And every problem I faced just made me a bigger problem..

There's something that I want to give you
I'm gonna give you a…

If I keep my soul, you can take it all away

There's something that I want to give you
I'm gonna give you a…

Imma move to Ghana, keep my name, and share my riches,
Get my forty acres on my own not additions,
Fuck their reparations, fuck an invitation
Twenty-three and one aint a minor deportation
Is it giveth, or we take it?
Lord knows I’ve been patient
Still up in the basement
Still up on the late shift
Still they underrate it
Now they have to pay me
Price to keep my silence, took my family on vacation
They don’t wanna see a new Obama run the nation
They don’t wanna see me in my bag, I been waitin’

There's something that I want to give you
I'm gonna give you a…

If I keep my soul would you can take it all away

There's something that I want to give you

I wanna give you a million dollar bill on top
Tell me where the searching stops?
How much is enough?
When you get it, will you realise
That a life’s worth can’t be monetarily quantified?
Clouds made of currency raining tenners in greyish skies
No pound signs when I look deep into my mother’s eyes
How much is enough?
It’s just enough to keep me getting by

I’ll get my own ocean full of fishes
My own Tower of London full of riches
A swimming pool full of thirsty bitches?
Fuck that - I’ll burn the money if I get it
Set fire to the sports cars at the office
Replace the water in the filter for some chronic
Canary Wharf all screaming ‘fuck the bosses’
A million dollars won’t fit into your coffin, no

So how much is enough?
Tell me, how much is enough?
Be honest
So how much is enough?
Tell me, how much is enough?
Just be honest
How much is enough?
How much is enough?
Be honest
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
FT. DAN SMITH OF BASTILLE


Some people spend their lives
Running away from it,
Too many sleepless nights
Lying awake from it,
Some people bank their cheques by embracing it,
Embracing it

Some people spend their lives
Running away from it,
Too many sleepless nights
Lying awake from it,
Some people roll their eyes just from hearing it,
From hearing it

It’s the badge you wear
It’s your own straight jacket
It’s the cross you bear
It’s your life in brackets
Is it who you are?
Is it what you make it?
Just something you earn?
Or can you dictate it?

How you feel, how d’you feel when you hear your name?
Calling out, calling a hundred times a day,
How you feel when you hear your name?
Calling out, calling a hundred times a day, a day, a day,
Your name, your name, your name
A day, a day, a day,
Your name, your name, your name.

So proud, he wrote it large,
All over his skin,
Nothing in common with
That body she’s in?
Every time you hear it said it just makes you cringe,
It makes you cringe.

It’s the badge you wear
It’s your own straight jacket
It’s the cross you bear
It’s your life in brackets
Is it who you are?
Is it what you make it?
Just something you earn?
Or can you dictate it?

How you feel, how d’you feel when you hear your name?
Calling out, calling a hundred times a day,
How you feel when you hear your name?
Calling out, calling a hundred times a day, a day, a day,
Your name, your name, your name
A day, a day, a day,
Your name, your name, your name

You let it roll off of your tongue, one line
I never thought it would define my life

You let it roll off of your tongue, one line
I never thought it would define my life
FREEDOM
FT. KANO, ALBERT WOODFOX


Sippin’ on Caipirinhas with the Christ (the) Redeemer
Thinking there’s nothing more freeing than to swipe a Visa
If freedom really is financial, docking yachts in Beefa
With lobster broth beneath ya, captain, what’s the cost of Rica?
Still seas run deep
Alarm clocks kill dreams while our children sleep
This free country seems fuckery coz it’s built on grief
And you can’t roam free with your skin non-bleached
This black makes me proud, this crown weighs me down
When your possessions got you trapped, you can’t Waze it out
Declutter, see underneath the shades and gowns
Can’t take drip with you when you grace the ground
These days locked down will teach us
2 metres - me and my quarantina
Ain’t seen Gucci for months
And that’s a weight of my shoulders for Deyontay reasons
But four walls can’t box me in, I’m a Quantum leaper
What is freedom?
This microphone for me, so I can flow and speak reason
No one’s really free till opportunities are even
They try and kill the speech of our leaders
But this is for my kings and Latifahs

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom!!!!!

AW: We didn’t just survive. We prospered as human beings. We found a way to develop a moral principal and values, and disciplines that made us better human beings.

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom!!!!!

So, freedom isn’t about your external situation or your environment?

Well, it gives you the ability to control your environment, you know, that’s what freedom is, it’s the ability, like I said , to take your philosophical views or your theoretical views, or your personal views or whatever and make it real, you know... move it from within yourself to outside yourself. Like I said, I think I achieved mental and emotional and philosophical freedom when I was around in my early 40’s . That when I had re educated myself, and had accumulated enough experience and wisdom where I was able to define what kind person I wanted to be for the rest of my life. But at the time, also time that I realised that there were limitations to what I could achieve because I was physically still in prison.
IS IT TOO LATE TO SAVE THE PLANET?
FT. KATRIN FRIDRIKS


Human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.
NATURE OR NURTURE? / AM I BUILT LIKE THIS?
FT. JELANI BLACKMAN, GHETTS


When the Lord said, when the Lord,
When the Lord, when the Lord said,
When the Lord said, When the Lord said whosoever
When the Lord, when the Lord said

Am I built like this are you built like this?
Or tell me do I just feel like this?
Am I built like this are you’ built like this
Or tell me do I just feel righteous

Am I built like this are you built like this
Or tell me do I just feel like this
Am I built like this are you’ built like this
Or tell me do we just feel righteous

Was I built like this cos I feel this way
insane truth but it feels like rage
Nobody knows Nobody can change
Just want true north everybody contains
Praising hate and they nurtured shame stains, many road blocks in the lane
Just blocks and blocks but we chopped sugar cane
Came from sweet but we left in chains
Came from chains but we left in chains
Engrained that’s greatness in the veins
told you that your nature ain’t safe
These days when we’re tryna put trees in graves
No aims except to let egos plays
Mad when you see the whole ting take shape
Like war on drugs you can’t kill cocaine
bait that they wanna put yutes in cage

Am I built like this, are you built like this?
Or tell me do I just feel like this?
Am I built like this are you’ built like this
Or tell me do I just feel righteous?

Naughty by nature
Maybe it was nurtured
Maybe as a baby I was cursed?
So maybe I was taxed already,
Four years old, found Dad’s machete,
Mum was stabbed, she was trying to find a way to word it.
Man of the house whenever Dad went, I wish D.N.A stood for
‘Dad . Never . Absent'
Woman been abandoned, now her kid’s looking for some action,
Even with the pussies or the mandem..
Now I got new friends, couple of day 1’s still around,
But most my day 1’s I outgrew them, that’s just growth as a human,
The three piece suit wouldn’t suit them.
It sounds harsh ’til I’m in public settings,
And one of my gully friends takes another rapper’s Cuban.
I guess something’s gotta change, either you or your environment,
That’s just a basic requirement.

Am I built like this are you built like this?
Or tell me do I just feel like this?
Am I built like this are you’ built like this
Or tell me do I just feel righteous

Am I built like this are you built like this
Or tell me do I just feel like this
Am I built like this are you’ built like this
Or tell me do we just feel righteous

Are we built like this I don’t feel like that
Off track tell them I will come back
ASAP nah nah I don’t wanna hear stats
It’s a rocky road but there’s gold in the contacts
If you remove your eyeballs from your iMac
break in your psyche like a Kit-Kat like cats
one day could leave your whole cracked
In fact please brace for the impact
Don’t lack some people live for the stacks then drop
some people people live for the drop then stack
might leave my heart in the mosh
Too hard like feds leaving scars with the kosh
Your a boss
But your paths masked under the floss
Girlfriends a stranger under the gloss
Can’t shift nature I nurture the odds
Like Scott too many man there play God

Am I built like this are you built like this
Or tell me do I just feel like this
Am I built like this are you’ built like this
Or tell me do I just feel righteous

Real comes natural to me, lies don’t sound factual to me
The cure aint found in a capsule to me,
What’s black and white to you is pastel to me.

So glad He included me
STRANGER IN THE NIGHT
FT. ARLO PARKS


Plant a kiss on my shoulder
In the heart of October
I wish that I had loved you with all I had
Should’ve balanced my ego
Kept my head, slowed my breathing
And left the purple flowers in your hands

Stop this heart cause I don’t need it
Take these lungs cause I’ve stopped breathing
You were everything to me but now
You’re just another stranger in the night
Just another stranger in the night
Just another stranger in the night
Just another stranger in the night

What was sweet now is bitter
Summer turned into winter
Now you’re gone
Now you’re gone

Stop this heart cause I don’t need it
Take these lungs cause I’ve stopped breathing
You were everything to me but now
You’re just another stranger in the night
FEAR OR FAITH PT.3
FT. ALYSIA NICOLE HARRIS


I will be be faithful
Even if the fear is royal.
Even if the navy sky goes violent
And decapitates the sun,
I will be faithful
Until I see a horizon.

And if the horizon ends,
If our neighbour betrays us, love will still need an army so I will enlist.
Yellow-bellied and blundering,
Let me remain faithful to the moments where I felt love.
Dear God, let me persist.
And, even if we do not persist
And life goes extinct
In Mankind’s grief let humans
Weep the trees
So that a piece of the world still exists.
And even if the world does not exist
I will stand grateful
For this fist of Alabama dust
Holding hands with my ancestors
Whose graves are buried in the crust.
If they died slaves and they still prayed for liberty
Then I will insist

And if we cannot insist
And we instead wake tender with questions,
If we cannot wrestle belief,
Let us not resist the pain that comes next.
Let it not say, “No, that we did not go
Because we feared the mountain.”

We might come out scarred
But in the end doubt wasn’t that hard to face.
Cos in the end, fear becomes faith.
COPYRIGHT ©2020 FUTURE UTOPIA. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. PLATOON / 70Hz
NEWS
Future Utopia & Arlo Parks perform "What Matters Most / Stranger in the Night" on Later...with Jools Holland

"Stranger In The Night" and "What Matters Most?" arrive after last month's Dave collaboration "Children Of The Internet", and will feature on the Future Utopia 12 Questions LP alongside previous outings "Do We Really Care? Pt. 1" featuring Tom Grennan and Tia Carys, and "Do We Really Care? Pt. 2", a collaboration with Simon Armitage.

Fraser T Smith says of the new tracks, "This is one of the most tender moments on the album. I came up with the chords whilst jamming in the studio with Shiva Feshareki, and then invited Arlo to come and listen to it. She loved the vibe and we chatted for a long time about the question "What Matters Most?" And how the answer could either be far reaching, or deeply personal. Arlo let us into her world by answering the question as a short poem and we then proceeded to write the song."

Arlo Parks adds, "Fraser and I delved into ideas of love, mortality and hope for this very special tune. It’s a celebration of the precious things in life and I feel honoured to be a part of it."

Listen to Future Utopia and Dave’s new politically charged single ‘Children Of The Internet’

Future Utopia has shared a new single featuring Dave, taken from his new album ‘12 Questions’.

‘Children Of The Internet’, which also features a guest appearance from leading artist and stage designer Es Devlin, is the first material Dave has been involved in since 2019.

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Future Utopia reveals brand new video for current singles, 'Do We Really Care? pt.1 & pt.2'

Future Utopia reveals the brand new video for his single, ‘Do We Really Care? Pt 1’ featuring Tom Grennan and Tia Carys and ‘Do We Really Care? Pt. 2’ featuring Simon Armitage.

The visually hypnotising, animated video was created in partnership by 1983 Creative, Ori Toor and Pentagram Design. Building on the album artwork, Ori Toor illustrated portraits of Tom Grennan and Tia Carys and created an illustrative city-scape backdrop - all in his signature colourful, psychedelic style.

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Fraser T Smith and Es Devlin review — reflections on isolation that connected

Fraser T Smith is the producer of Stormzy’s Gang Signs & Prayer and Dave’s Psychodrama, the two most significant British rap albums of the past decade. Es Devlin is the artist and set designer who designed the London Olympic Games closing ceremony in 2012, alongside stage pieces by Adele, Kanye West and other megastars. Together with the Peckham art collective Bold Tendencies they staged a combination of music and artistic installation that felt like a 1960s-style happening. It was built around Smith’s forthcoming album 12 Questions, for which Fraser asked a series of collaborators what it is to be a human. The answer, it seems, is to be connected to one another.

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Fraser T Smith announces '12 QUESTIONS' album featuring STROMZY, DAVE, IDRIS ELBA and many more

Fraser T Smith has announced his new album ‘12 Questions’ under the banner Future Utopia, with the record set to feature guest contributions from the likes of Stormzy, Dave and Idris Elba.

The producer, songwriter and musician will release ‘12 Questions’ on October 23 via Platoon/70Hz. Describing the record as “the most ambitious, exciting and terrifying thing I’ve ever done”, ‘12 Questions’ is based on a series of 12 universal, human and urgent questions, each of which is posed by Smith to a different collaborator on the album.

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