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The past might be faded (faded, faded)
But the futureâs pixelated (-lated, -lated)
And the present is debatable
And everything is hate-able
We generation âI Donât Get Itâ
Little babies diabetic
I look around itâs all medium-res
And every newspaper, websiteâs medium read
And the media! The media! The mediaâs dead
And if you need to be fed
Well then youâre barking in the wrong kitchen
The cooks, the chefs, they gone fishinâ
Man, you just missed 'em, they left a note
Like, âHey, by the way, can we borrow your boat?â
You need that like you need a sword-swallower
To borrow your throat
So pardon the joke, but this is the art of the broke
No, the art isnât broke, but the artist is though
And the artist is a martyr to most
Especially its own brain, thatâs the heart of the joke
And when I say âTHE jokeâ, I mean like life
Got truth tatted all on my face like Mike Tyse
Now all I needâs a mirror
Francs, Yen, Lira
And 7 Samurai to hold the village down l
Like Kurosawa, the list goes on like comma
Comma, chameleon, lama
Modern Shark swimming through the drama
Converting it to comedy
Then harmonize the grits and turn 'em back to hominy
Cause the past might be faded (faded, faded)
But the futureâs pixelated (-lated, -lated)
And the present might be fully recorded and digitized
But the futureâs not written in code that we define
So, nor can we decipher
Dead the house lights and spark your digital lighter
And Iâll provide the digital flame
And we can get lost innocently like a kid in a game
Like âNow youâre playing with powerâ
Last board, last guy, and you may get devoured
But it doesnât really matter
Cause what matters is the feeling
Iâm not in the building, the buildingâs on fire
My relationship to the building is like âMan On Wireâ
Just a little higher, contemplating other shit
Came out of my mothership
Looking for my fathership
Thoughts on the page feel ancient like an obelisk
So when they be like âWhatâs up Baje?â
I say âIâm marvelous!â
- Album:
- Phoenix Down