Oh I hear them call my name "Down by the river I left my computer"
Technology’s greatest gift To the human race Was the electric guitar All else was pure folly I hear them cheep Beaks wider than their bodies As the silicone chips Are rammed down Their hungry mouths Art aint about no technology That's a game For funding and acceptance All the merry augmented consciousness ideas Spawned in applications Are less than a single note Played on a penny whistle Drawing some cups And things from your head That make no sense Might go a long way To redressing the balance That’s been lost In time the seeds will blow Over the vacant factories in Those Eastern countries And over Our bones That is After the sand has blown It’s deserts across The Alps Seeds stay inert for ages Mitochondria probably gets into our cells Running us like dogs through days They were bacteria We are like stars They visited Then stayed We developed an odd form of conciousness That plagues every last one of us Now we hanker after shiny things And get all repressed by the grown ups Coz we are wild Like the plague When it ramps up the odds Cramming pork scratchings Into the blue ice tunnels of our bwrainzz Mark once said Lets do punk rock (Then he went and done a Phd) I’ll take you up on that buddy Electric chords And shouting slogans At the passing shirts PS - have fun at the conference I thank you, Simon _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
