Subject: Cyborg Baby
EJBGermany@aol.com
Date: Thu Mar 09 2000 - 13:55:45 CST
Cyborg Baby
To the tune of "Space Cowboy" by The Steve Miller Band
I see you're back there livin' in the U.S. of A.
Still a-doin' that Nation-Thing
And you know I ain't got no crack war identity
Let me tell you media philosophes how I found the sense of the world
And how I'm tired of all this cell talk about finitude's score
It's the same old logo-discourse with a new set of fonts
About the good and bad, not yet the good and the evil
And the enigma of woman, (s)he keeps on changin'
So I'm keepin' a modest femaleman witnessin'
On every bittersweet theorist
Who walks into my inoperative community door
I'm a cyborg, baby
Bet you weren't ready for that
I'm a cyborg, baby
I'm sure y'all know where her e-address is at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was made, not born, on this lifeworld-in-betweener rock
And I've been travelin' through this postmodern n-dimensional space
Since the moment I first mused
What all you fast talkin' homo generators would do if you could
You know, I'm ready for the final surprise
There ain't no way around the event of technology
Ain't no perception of change
That's gonna satisfy my anti-gravity of thought
On the surface
All the nostalgia prayers and simulation surveyors, how like a leaf
Keep the whole place uptight, either / or
While it keeps on gettin' darker outside
I'm a cyborg, baby
Bet you weren't ready for that
I'm a cyborg, baby
I'm sure y'all know where her e-address is at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I see the simians, the primate visions
The visible and the invisible, the merely risible
The 'boys in the human sciences
I keep my eyes on the prize, on the long fallen skies
Attacks, ways out, four eyes
And I don't let my oncomouse get hurt
All you flesh machine schemers, you shock value dreamers
Better find some new dictations to say
About the war of desire and technology
And the trace of the other today
It's the same old perfect crime
And you get some heavy being and time
Some swell audiovisions
At the close of the mechanical age
From every ecstasy of communication sage
I'm a cyborg, baby
Bet you weren't ready for that
I'm a cyborg, baby
I'm sure y'all know where her e-address is at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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