Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Store Window Reality

I just posted a remastered MP3 file of this over HERE. So here are the lyrics.



Store Window Reality

Lookin' into empty store windows
walkin' down a deserted street
waitin' for a sunrise that'll never arrive
listenin' to your empty heart beat
     The truth cuts to the bone
     When you realize you're alone

you know it isn't real
cause you can touch it
and there's nothin' to feel

seekin' the usual suspects
tellin' all the familiar lies
makin' the same old excuses
turnin' away from their empty eyes
     The truth cuts to the bone
     but now you're bleeding alone

you know they weren't real
cause you could touch them
and there was nothing to feel

runnin' the virtual defenses
crushin' the same old ICE
hopin' for a perfect solution
fallin' for the same old vice
     The truth cuts to the bone
     yet you say you want to be alone

and you know she wasn't real
cause you could touch her
and there was nothin' to feel

Lookin' into empty store windows
walkin' down a deserted street
waitin' for a sunrise that'll never arrive
listenin' to your empty heart beat
     The truth cuts to the bone
     When you realize you're alone

you know it isn't real
cause you can touch it

and there's nothin' to feel

paperclip equivalent

something from the USENET / Chatsubo Era-- september 2000

Seems kind of relevance with the tinkering I've been doing with "travesty like" programs.

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video space
blares
projected messages:

a clean mind is a terrible thing 
left unwasted
this is your mind 
on scrambled eggs

wipe away troubles
dispose of truely bad hours
use ISO-nepenthe insanitary wipes
the napkins of choice
used 
by the serially dimensionless
to give new meaning 
to words
and new reason 
to the functionally clueless

a white noise sky 
filled timed sequence
ashes of memories 
clogging 
eyes with tears

disconcerting
feeling
the escalator of progress
unmoving 
fixed in place
motion arrested 
by yesterday's belief

asked for love
could not find it
not on aisle 17 
where they stock
pre-packaged remedies

drifting 
truth precluded
information 
mechanics. 
large bore at range
fired
upon a hunter's arc

dead
immediately 
dark internal
matters 
explode 

the holes
left unfilled
by composite 
material displacement
fill with system coolant
system shut down sequence:
engage

death?
this is death?
subconscious 
condensate occurs
collapsing non-event
observationally
nearly absolute 
notational
zeroness
mass misdirection time
time misdirection mass
sequence mismatch
shut down halted

information free
contextless
data mote
floating upon a wireframe
notion

MAKE MILLIONS!
create 
paperclip / staple
intellectual property
analogue

property?
i possess properties?
all objectionable materials 
do

Not?
not
objectionable

spring works
wind down
jeweled
precision
swiss movement
most famous 
mercenaries

within 
a conceptual framework
never a random
thought

language is the paperclip of conceptual space