Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Binary Stream, artist - Pigface. Album song Easy Listening, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 24.01.2005
Record label: Invisible
Song language: English
Binary Stream |
This is a tale spun straight out of my binary core |
This is a vision of my world seen through membranous eyes |
This is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish, their mutated metal |
scales riveted together, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark depths deep below |
the steel-belted skies |
This is a 122,000 line, dense pixel-field, million-gig of escalators ascending |
and descending endlessly, shuttling through soaring mega-monuments of tinted |
glass, mingling subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels, underground |
walkways and maintenance channels, forming a sprawling interconnected warren of |
damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries |
slowly choking and dying, packed and swarming at all hours with sweating hoards, |
sightless and colourless, moving by program alone |
This is grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines |
that score the sky, that’s how you know this is a major nexus |
Mid-air collisions flash across the firmament in angry oranges and hot-white |
black smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage |
This is the unfamiliar sky gone faceless once again |
The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly, static coloured the same way every day, |
all day long until it gives over to a burning, jaundiced yellow night, |
limp and heavy with moisture, keening with sirens and shouting alarms |
This is the night air, a foul, backed-up drain, its water slick with oil and |
plastic and flotsam |
This is my poisonous world, endlessly dripping from up above, outlined in chalk |
from below |
Guard in Heaven patrols the electrified fences |
The world is over heated by the mass of televisions and microwave ovens and |
radio waves and com-sats strung like fuse-burned Christmas lights overhead |
Millions of broadcast waves breaking over the globe |
We’ve burned the wings off of angels with our molten heat mobile phones and |
laptops cross-jamming each-other's frequencies, shuddering, juddering, |
shivering activity. |
Everything is moving so fast that if you stand still on |
the metal-plate platforms you can feel the vibration of tectonic motion |
Safety locks, bolting and unbolting in the flow, the hissing of their |
decompression keeps me awake at night |
It’s the sound of blood passing through the fibrous veins of the world |
It’s the vibration of information in quantum growth |
It’s the sound of thought reaching light speed |
It’s the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard |