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