Men-I-Fisto
Music lovers of the modern world - free yourselves from the icy talons of mechanical domination!
I see you on the streets, on public transporation, in my nightmares, clutching that little white box close to your heart, nestled in a protective cocoon of leather or nylon.
It snakes its thin white arms up and into your cranium.
You listen to what it has to say and you...you nod your head!
It makes my skin cccrrraaawwwlll.
You say, "Hey, I'm the one in control!"
But I can see into your settings - and they say "SHUFFLE - SONGS" - and those settings don't lie.
Every compact disc in you magnificent collection, converted and uploaded.
Your own personal harem of musical choices, but you let the pimp pick the prize.
Are you a human BEING or a human DOING?
You say, "The random choices of the iP-d can create new contexts for the music or for my environment."
(Exasperated sigh, like a flaccid wind gusting through a dry gulch)
Create your own contexts! Context is everything! Are you going to let a feeble simulated mind choose yours for you?
The machine is devious.
It can turn an average day sad, weakening your senses and then...
BLAM! you've been hit by a car.
Place a chastity belt on your shuffle mode, and throw the key down a deep, dark well.
It is the only protection, and the only way.
I see you on the streets, on public transporation, in my nightmares, clutching that little white box close to your heart, nestled in a protective cocoon of leather or nylon.
It snakes its thin white arms up and into your cranium.
You listen to what it has to say and you...you nod your head!
It makes my skin cccrrraaawwwlll.
You say, "Hey, I'm the one in control!"
But I can see into your settings - and they say "SHUFFLE - SONGS" - and those settings don't lie.
Every compact disc in you magnificent collection, converted and uploaded.
Your own personal harem of musical choices, but you let the pimp pick the prize.
Are you a human BEING or a human DOING?
You say, "The random choices of the iP-d can create new contexts for the music or for my environment."
(Exasperated sigh, like a flaccid wind gusting through a dry gulch)
Create your own contexts! Context is everything! Are you going to let a feeble simulated mind choose yours for you?
The machine is devious.
It can turn an average day sad, weakening your senses and then...
BLAM! you've been hit by a car.
Place a chastity belt on your shuffle mode, and throw the key down a deep, dark well.
It is the only protection, and the only way.