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Артист: Gerry RaffertyНазвание : Everytime I Wake UpДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : classic rock soft rock singer-songwriter rock 70s Видео:
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Information Superhighway, crawling out around the world You go your way, I`ll go my way, I`m living in a different world So much useless information, meant to stultify my mind Stifles my imagination in this sea of humankind. Tomorrow is another day But we are here tonight Trust in our love and let it be Every time that I wake up, I drink the potion from the cup And I awaken from this sleep In the moment I can see, in the moment I am free Every time that I wake up Cybernetic generation, all the little girls and boys Virtual communication, playing with their little toys Ritual without devotion, virtual reality Sound and vision, no emotion, psycho babble apathy And now we`re sitting in the sun Love comes out of the blue Trust in our love and let it be Every time that I wake up, I drink the potion from the cup And I awaken from this sleep In the moment I can see, in the moment I am free Every time that I wake up When I`m lost inside the beauty of a melody A window opens and I know that`s where I want to be Like the sound of falling snow Awakes the magic in my heart Driving through Nevada City, on my way to God knows where This old town, it sure looks pretty, I just got to stop and stare Lookin` at an old church steeple, it`s got stories it could tell In a world of sleeping people, no one ever hears the bell Tomorrow is another day But we are here tonight Trust in our love and let it be Every time that I wake up, I drink the potion from the cup And I awaken from this sleep In the moment I can see, in the moment I am free Every time that I wake up Every time that I wake up Every time that I wake up What (or who) is left out of the picture of the world we are in when the world itself is portrayed as if nothing but "pure cybernetic processes?" And what haunts this most powerful of late twentieth-century theoretical-fictions? The answer, according to Norbert Wiener, is the "evil" of chaos - the noise of disorganized forms and the entropic erosion of workable boundaries between subjects in communicative flux. Information Superhighway Crawling out around the world | Похожие исполнители:
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