1. |
Welcome To The Algorithm
05:04
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Eyes glued and amused
Til my thumbs are fused
With comments likes and views
From some unlikely news
On iview or YouTube
A childlike backslide
Has bound me to this riptide
A current of thoughts divorced from the act of scrolling all night
I cannot swim to shore
The oceans ceaseless roar
Distracts me from the life I live indoors
Where did I lose myself?
Between the wishing and the well
There’s this life I’m tryin’ to sell
Now I can’t tell the spine from a shell
Reality is atrophied inside of a cell
Drag and download
Another episode
To each their own viral code
Direct to frontal lobe
Now you know
What life’s all about
You’ll never go without
And you won’t be alone
So long as you keep a hold
Of your iPhone
Where did I lose myself?
Between the wishing and the well
There’s this life I’m tryin’ to sell
Now I can’t tell the spine from a shell
Reality is atrophied inside of a cell
Where did I lose myself?
In some pervasive parallel
There’s this life I’m tryin’ to sell
Now I can’t tell the spine from a shell
Somebody send help
And if you need us to be there
Like, subscribe and share
We’ll offer more than you’ll digest
So you need never know a mind at rest
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2. |
Modem Life Is Rubbish
03:40
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Satellite
Shinin’ bright like fireflies tonight
I’m hoping that you’ll collide
And ricochet, relay through the array
Eradicate this marketplace of waste
Disintegrate and rain on our parade
Just clear the way, unveil the milky way
Crash down, cradle and crown
Shooting stars headed straight to the ground
Scrap-heap, fallen debris
A souvenir of our density
Satellite
I’m hoping that you’ll collide
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3. |
Screenage Lobotomy
04:44
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In that street there is a house
And in that house a man
And in that man’s hands laid a device
So that he need never go outside
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Ya never go outside
Ya never see the light
Less it’s been digitized
The screen that feeds you
And keeps you google-eyed
Has left you mostly
Anaesthetized
Haha
Move over rover
For man has a new best friend
Who asks for little more than a battery charged
And a walk uphill when that signal gets low
So get on up now
Get on through that door
And step on to that street
Make sure you greet
All those faces that you meet
Keep one eye always looking out
No, no, no
Don’t be looking down
And what a surprise
That man who’s google-eyed
Was swept off his feet
By S.U.V
Braindead, paralysed
From the wrist on up
Don’t let it destroy you
Don’t let it break your brain now
Don’t let it destroy your soul woah
And through these lonely days
Which we name interconnected
Don’t let the channels to which you subscribe
Take tenure in your head
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4. |
Pocket-Sized Panopticon
04:21
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Lookin’ through my little screen
My windowscreen
I can see almost anything
Your shitposts and debris
Airbrushed photos of faces and last nights meal
The self-suck spiel
Is any of this even real?
What does it reveal?
We’re living inside a dream
Mould your image in the digital clay
Feed your ego, place your self on display
Big tech tracking every word that we say
We’re living inside a dream
A prison of what you make-believe
Online you’ll find a place you can play
Mould your image in the digital clay
Feed your ego, place your life on display
Big tech tracking every word that we say
Keepin’ records on me
Your profile might just be
Data saved to make a
Surveillance tape
Or state dossier
This is equally
A stream of vanity
And a paranoid fallacy
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5. |
Network Interference
03:53
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Haven’t you heard
These songs were written for you
But if I can’t make your list this year
Well then I’m probably through
I beg you
Rolling Stone or The Needle Drop
Show some love cause I’m bout to rot away
Mmm
Algorithms rule the airwaves
Advertisements rule the airwaves
Industry plants rule the airwaves, yeah
I guess the game ain’t changed
I never played to win anyway
But still I can’t help but feel unmade
Yeah
Streaming services ain’t the way
No one’s hearing a word I say again
Fashion labels rule the airwaves
Product placements rule the airwaves
Industry plants rule the airwaves, yeah
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Carpel Tunnel Vision
05:06
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8. |
Virtual Vitriol
02:58
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Everywhere that I fare I see the same thing
Unaware people staring at a screen
I can’t bear this nightmare that we’ve been welcoming
Ain’t our nature something greater?
Cause I feel we’re losing touch
And our lives get laid up
Headspun, buckled thumbs
It’s more fun to drop it and run
Chase the new setting sun
So come on
Come on
The world is a playground
Everywhere that I fare I see the same thing
Unaware people staring at a screen
Touchscreen tombstone
A dumbed down death drone
I dare you all to throw it away
So come on
Come on
The world is a playground
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10. |
Beyond The Binary
02:42
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11. |
The Innernet
03:41
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Put the phone away
Cause I’m right in front of you
We’re not here to stay
And the screen won’t see you through
We were already connected anyway
Quantum matter on a universal wave
Make the most with what you have right here today
Coalesce in play
Listen you’ll hear it
No need to fear it
Get with the spirit wired inside of you
Now that you’re near it
Will you revere it?
Direct and steer it
Through all that you do
We were already connected anyway
Quantum matter on a universal wave
Make the most with what you have right here today
Coalesce in play
Listen you’ll hear it
No need to fear it
Get with the spirit wired inside of you
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