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I've rewritten a verse, added effects, redone the vocals, and added a bag of crickets (no joke).
The end of this song (if you dare go that far) is my ode to Jim O'Rourke, a man who makes chaos sound so cool.
The end of this song (if you dare go that far) is my ode to Jim O'Rourke, a man who makes chaos sound so cool.
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Lyrics
and it's not making sense yea
all this mending of fences
the verbs are past tense yea
like your camcorder lens is
so take off your scarf babe
i dont you like what you prescribe
you ruin the book with what you say
just leave me here to move and die
while you write your prescriptions
with feather pen and bowl of ink
i am drumming on the backspace
to reconstruct this narrative
and the cursor is blinking
like twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder if i am now
mediated from the start
switch...
i think you exist but i cannot say for sure
my world is physically affected by the swinging of a door
and you are physically attractive to those who can't endure
the pain of actual reality you help them to avoid
i was caught up in conversation couple weeks ago
bout what constitutes intelligence and how are we are to know
that the sky's really blue and the latest research shows
we were monkeying around just a million years ago
chorus:
i think i'll die by this light
chorus:
i think i'll die by this light
my wrist is crimped and cramped from manipulating this
wandering arrow that i navigate with
and it needles through my skin and helps me get my fix
when i point it at the screen and proceed to double click
its heart is smaller than pinhead, it's beating all the time
you can view it through a microscope if it's magnified
now i know that this is true because the truth it doesnt lie
it is beeping it is bleeding it is feeding me tonite
chorus
i think i'll die by this light
bridge:
doot doot doot doot
this is the place where the battle will be waged
between ambitious binary digits and the neurons they'll replace
for now i am happy i can recognize my face
your unshakable resistance only expedites the change.
(noise)
switch...
and the radio's dying
like my grandfathers did
but this'll be a funeral
that i'd never argue with
so the medium moves on yea
but the message still lives
"Young man, here's an outline,
you can fill the rest in."
you can fill the rest in
leave me here to move and die (repeat)
all this mending of fences
the verbs are past tense yea
like your camcorder lens is
so take off your scarf babe
i dont you like what you prescribe
you ruin the book with what you say
just leave me here to move and die
while you write your prescriptions
with feather pen and bowl of ink
i am drumming on the backspace
to reconstruct this narrative
and the cursor is blinking
like twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder if i am now
mediated from the start
switch...
i think you exist but i cannot say for sure
my world is physically affected by the swinging of a door
and you are physically attractive to those who can't endure
the pain of actual reality you help them to avoid
i was caught up in conversation couple weeks ago
bout what constitutes intelligence and how are we are to know
that the sky's really blue and the latest research shows
we were monkeying around just a million years ago
chorus:
i think i'll die by this light
chorus:
i think i'll die by this light
my wrist is crimped and cramped from manipulating this
wandering arrow that i navigate with
and it needles through my skin and helps me get my fix
when i point it at the screen and proceed to double click
its heart is smaller than pinhead, it's beating all the time
you can view it through a microscope if it's magnified
now i know that this is true because the truth it doesnt lie
it is beeping it is bleeding it is feeding me tonite
chorus
i think i'll die by this light
bridge:
doot doot doot doot
this is the place where the battle will be waged
between ambitious binary digits and the neurons they'll replace
for now i am happy i can recognize my face
your unshakable resistance only expedites the change.
(noise)
switch...
and the radio's dying
like my grandfathers did
but this'll be a funeral
that i'd never argue with
so the medium moves on yea
but the message still lives
"Young man, here's an outline,
you can fill the rest in."
you can fill the rest in
leave me here to move and die (repeat)
alley-oop
A nice simple emotional song. I'm left with the sense that
technology is marching forward and leaving our humanity
in it's wake. Very toughtful, I like it