…and wave ‘em ’round like you just don’t give A F.
to use the internets usually costs me a cup of coffee.
to work on the internet costs me
more time than conventional communication
the last time that i had internet in my place of residence
2002.
the last closest accessible internet has been to my house
over two city blocks
for days on end a collection of my life is left
dormant in a cyber ether
for a day i will collect those old bits and bytes
from around the globe
i come to wonder if it is the internet that i enjoy
i understand i am part of the community of people
only communicate on the internet
the information superhighway highway is loud
the noise louder than 100 frieghtliner semi trucks in concert
so easy is this internet to explode our ear drums
so much to blast them through our eye sockets
CRASH> BANG > BOOM! >
you wake up and you wonder
this where my life lay?
under piles and piles of pages
not unlike ones of the business man on his desk
inspiration not hanging on a wall of my friends house
dedication only to a endless numbered world of global solitude
for sure it is not as extreme as it seems
this is news for myself and for you
in time of creation, i wonder what Hank Ford thought
or Martin Luther Junior when shot, in time of change
legacy ridge is no place for the masses
public is never elegant nor in [self sustaining] control
let us embrace it will wonder in amazement
for public knowledge shall lead to general understanding
away i shall wonder into the perilous night
en route to the bright coloured lights
to use the internets usually costs me a cup of coffee.
to work on the internet costs me
more time than conventional communication
the last time that i had internet in my place of residence
2002.
the last closest accessible internet has been to my house
over two city blocks
for days on end a collection of my life is left
dormant in a cyber ether
for a day i will collect those old bits and bytes
from around the globe
i come to wonder if it is the internet that i enjoy
i understand i am part of the community of people
only communicate on the internet
the information superhighway highway is loud
the noise louder than 100 frieghtliner semi trucks in concert
so easy is this internet to explode our ear drums
so much to blast them through our eye sockets
CRASH> BANG > BOOM! >
you wake up and you wonder
this where my life lay?
under piles and piles of pages
not unlike ones of the business man on his desk
inspiration not hanging on a wall of my friends house
dedication only to a endless numbered world of global solitude
for sure it is not as extreme as it seems
this is news for myself and for you
in time of creation, i wonder what Hank Ford thought
or Martin Luther Junior when shot, in time of change
legacy ridge is no place for the masses
public is never elegant nor in [self sustaining] control
let us embrace it will wonder in amazement
for public knowledge shall lead to general understanding
away i shall wonder into the perilous night
en route to the bright coloured lights
