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You can keep your digital playgrounds
I care not for a Kindle nor a Nook There’s no time for your technology At the end of the day, just give me a book
The old fashioned kind, maybe a paperback
Anything without a power source I don’t need your highbrow radiation I’ll stick with tangible pages of course
I may hail from generations past
Perhaps I’m boorish, perhaps I’m a lout But I’m pretty damn basic when the day is done I’ll still have my pages when the lights go out
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Unplugging from the mainframe
Remaining forever off the grid Don’t need their connections Don’t know if we ever truly did
The final tragic hero of a modern culture
The soul survivor of a discarded revolution Histories & experience outside the norm Dreams of freedom with divine attribution
Dealing with the conceits of perfection
The concepts of loneliness & betrayal This world isn’t what we were promised Token hints lost behind a fractured veil
The answers are hidden beyond this life
It may look bleak, but don’t you fret We have the Source of Light & they’re still riding that ol’ dialup internet
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I’ve been to the city
But I didn’t like what I saw
There’s no air to breathe
Such congestion of humanity
Infestation should be against the law
Authoritarians canvasing your timeline
Dourly grudging along in their jackboots
Manipulating digital ledgers & statements
Nothing worse than those savages in suits
No, I’ll stay here where Divinity is clear
The minor sophistications are plain to see
Occasionally sidestepping hillbilly nonsense
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This is life. This is reality.
When the pretty words drip away
When the party’s over
You’ve still got to wake & face the day
Digital lovers lavish heaps of praise
Complimenting you on your magnificent blog
While you neglect the physical world
Always remember that pain & loneliness are analog Like this: Like Loading...
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The beat making my Diesels sweat
This is beyond my usual scene Usually I can’t dance without regret Needing a lot more alcohol & caffeine
Glow sticks & the whole lot to lampoon
I can’t live life with digitized crap Moving my body like an analog buffoon I need to find a pretty lady to sit upon my lap
I spy one in my dizzied & frazzled state
I could definitely make her my new habit She’s smiling at my attempt to communicate My God, I see curves like Jessica Rabbit
I shake my head allowing reality to seep
Good fortune has shined down in this nightlife culture I straighten my clothes; thinking ‘don’t be a creep’ & I flash the Cheshire grin of a hungry vulture Like this: Like Loading...
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Finally found a way to be unplugged The weight of society Instead we just shrugged
Allowing that energy to drain
The emotion poured in the blog A little rusty these days Always happier when I run in analog Like this: Like Loading...
You think you need
Everything polished and packaged
Nary a wisp nor a stray note to linger
Jealousy breeds contempt
Searching for digital praise
But perfection is a myth
A trick played upon us by lesser Devils Like this: Like Loading...
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Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knob
The frequencies distorted on the airwaves Kings of the new world & thus apocalyptic Searching for something more pragmatic to crave
These technocrats with no concept of reality
Tasking – without offering an alternate fate Demanding citizens for homages to be digital With no power to control – or else we attenuate
Words of peace have the chance to amplify
Even when we’re feeling out of time/out of sync Don’t need their fiber optic lies to survive A blind man loses all when forced to blink
Tapping into a passion without any circuits
Our transistors are live; we’re lovers thus discrete There’s no stopping us when their signal’s weak There’s nothing but fire & sparks when our wires meet
This life is forever altered now we’re here
Do not attempt to adjust the squelch You’re listening to Radio Free America Standing proud & robust like Raquel Welch Like this: Like Loading...