Talking From Machines

Talking From Machines


I made a video of an old song I wrote about the internet, in 2002 or 2003, it was just before my stroke. The stroke debilitated me musically, as well as my cognitive abilities. I could think without a problem, but talking had to be a chore.

Well that was then, and my the recording is lame, and done with loops, and only my voice is in real time. It’s all repetitive machine noise.

The music was done with Acid loops, before Sony bought it from Sonic Foundry.

I would comment on it, but I’d rather leave it up to you to interpret it… I shut off the comments for years now, so you can think whatever you want.

 

 

There’s a world of machines
Begging for someone to dream their dreams
They’d like to take you out and make you see the world outside
as they’d like it to be

They’re talking from machines
They’re living in your dreams
They want you to see the world
That they want you to see
They’re talking from machines

Carjacking on the information highway
lifting you up, taking you somewhere you’ve never been
Viewing something else that you never saw before
The one thing I know is true
I’m still there with you
I’m still there with you

They’re talking from machines
They’re living in your dreams
They’re waking you with morning
from another machine dream
They’re talking from machines
They’re talking from machines

Every night when you turn on the TV
You say you want to get some relief
Peace of love some peace of mind
its what is really inside of you

We can feel, you can feel

They’re talking from machines
They’re living in your dreams
desensitization from the fears
that you breathe
They’re talking from machines
They’re talking from machines

Innocence in the eyes of one
Life that breathes, the setting sun
one or the other has their eyes on you
you’re wondering why the world’s so blue
You always find the way to see
The glass half full, well it’s half empty too, you

They’re talking from machines
They’re living in your dreams
They want you to see that they’re living from the heart
They’re walking all over you with opinions that they breathe

They’re talking from machines
They’re talking from machines