Lyrics:
Free my internal monologue
It spills out my eyes
See through my external analogue
I don't
Don't know what I am
Free my internal monologue
It spills
class original
Analogue not digital
Small talk is getting boring
Let the music do the talking
Hotter than your coffee
Ain't a photocopy
First class
Sans incipit, ni même prologue
De but en blanc, c'est analogue (analogue)
Une litanie en chiasme majeur
Des rimes croisées
Des lettres supérieures
it inside but the world's Such a wonderful place
You could see it online or with your own eyes, analogue vision in digital times
If you really want
Menifee 2003
I keep these analogues close to me
I'm not the person that I used to be
Just want my parents to be proud of me is all
The best of me
man
You'll never get away little man
You'll never get away
All night call all night forward
Analogue total horror
Gimme your hand and your big plan
Think of it as a network of analogue nodes analogue intelligence AI
these nodes have digital sub nodes with which to share their intelligence
this network
the fun
Time-lapse, accelerating
At the mercy of the fun
Finger on the analogue
As I wind it back
So I can relive the past
In this moment
Holding onto every
never found the vanishing point
It's just like other people's dogs
I get the feeling I'm an analogue
It's just like other people's dogs
I get
not always analogue
So keep on dreaming of the ways you'll get it wrong
Again, my love
I want catharsis
I want love
I want devine inspiration
We are analogue people living in a digital world
Why is it, when someones loves you, you don't love them
And why is it when you love someone,
Yo, yo,
Analogue
Talk to myself, that's a monologue
They do not want anymore, but I give them too much for the hype
Need some Adderall
Do not play me
speak up
With all your…
Analogue Brochure
See me on the next page
This is a wide rage
I’m tying up my shoelace
Prehistoric redline suitcase
Stir me up
around, I guess
Take it back your analogue
It's on the other side of this (x2)
'Cause if it all comes down to this
How will...
And then she said:
Computerized technology
Wipes out all your enemies
Digital world controls
A dying analogue blasphemy
Distorted codes in your DNA
Passwords running
the rest of your low note
Parliament's Atomic Dog, the hats were filling up with fog
A talk about the life and death of every penny analogue
the third person. It's like mount analogue, if you say that you've seen it don't sway it because it means more or less nothing to me and you, nothing beyond
numbers we are alive
A digital haunt in an analogue life
I'm hiding from you, hiding from you
Hiding inside you, 'cause we are the same
Woo!
Wait,
Instrumentation, Analogue Gretsch.
Not Quite A Thousand, Lower Than That.
Possible Bargain For Listening At That...
Talk, More Talk. Chat, More Chat.
Words
brought AI trouble
If rap had a Dave Stern, believe I'm him
Think not? Bet the money in your Levis, then
Digital analogue
Always had catalogue, the bulls
ideas
Of the future's bright open door
The henchman
Is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes
Who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward
There's no kind of guidebook or catalogue
There's no kind of parallel or analogue
Soon you'll just be playing some tag-along
In the world of a girl in
can't see through the fog
I feel like digital, fightin analogue
Just another page
In the rage
Of the teenage
These tricks ain't for kids
With dresses that
your magic voice
On the analogue of this machine
I hear the smoothest talk
With the coolest transparent star field
Will there be any danger
If our talk
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