It's a new world out there, and its gone digital. The status quo speak in vinyl dreams and states that the true path to enlightening is in the groove.
Meanwhile the freshest hustles are packing hardrives, riding donkeys with bits that whisper to the bytes.
The old school are righteous but the new school will inherit this scorched earth, who told you what to do!
New punk is really the rage, and ripping your stonewash jeans is genuine cool, are we suffering post millennium depression. Are we so sad that the analog hopes of an electric generation are being traded in seconds.
Dance music has reached a peak. Dj's are about as cool handbags, you put them in the middle and dance around them. It's all about the breakdown.
Rock music has been working on it's chords and is back to prove a point that bands are cool too. Whatever, if its fashion its old!
When will we get over our introspective love of all things lost. The future is too bright, and we want to wear sunglasses at night.
Everyone is waiting for something to happen. To bad we had to do it all again, its retro like a virus killing our future, stealing memories and replacing them with sugar laced plastic wrapped mobile rappers.
The life you want to lead, is leading you to a place you have already been. Top up, refill, up-size, 99% bullshit free.
There is no underground, because it left when they heard us coming.
Do you download, do you share your dreams in the night, do electrons write your name in the copper heart of the wicked web, that spins in the darkness drawing every wider circles.
Nothing ever last for ever, everyone want to rule the world ...
