Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everytime I Wake Up , by - Gerry Rafferty. Song from the album Another World, in the genre ПопRelease date: 25.02.2003
Record label: Hypertension
Song language: English
Everytime I Wake Up |
| 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 |