Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Full Lyrics and Chords to Posthumanism Song


The Net that usurped the Sky
Capo on 2

Emin                                            G
Well I got people on my right and people on my left
D                           Am            Emin
Tellin’ me that I can live forever
Emin                                             G
One through faith in the Lord, the other a computer cord
D                                 Amin           Emin
My body’s done for either way I go
Emin                                                                   G
Cuz them old white men hate their flesh, rather be turned to code
D                                     Amin                                      Emin
They can’t stand decay and death, so they’ll digitize their soul
Emin                            G
A secular salvation, perfect communication
D                                Amin               Emin
Without noise, without  mediation

Am                     
But you can’t escape mortality
C                                                         Emin
By the software programs on your PC
Amin
Even if we drug our food
C                                          Emin
We can’t transcend our finitude
Amin
And if heaven’s not  even a state of mind
C
It can’t flow through a cable line . . .
D
That dream is just a waste of time
F
A disguised intelligent design

Abar                         F              C
Of the gods who refuse to die
Abar                           F        C
That don’t care for you or I
Abar                           F       C
Just their transcendental high
           Abar          F               C
On the Net that usurped the sky




But this is not the only choice, someone says in a machinic voice
You can take the path that goes under
Leave goddesses and Lords, embrace the cyborg
God is dead and man a recent blunder
Cuz blasphemy’s the piety of thought that breaks the Net where we are caught
And man and gods find themselves parodied and mocked
A sensed ideation, invention and creation
With remainder, endless differentiation

And we know that, you can’t escape mortality
By the software programs on a PC
Even if we drug our food
We can’t escape our finitude
And if heaven’s not even a state of mind
It can’t flow through a cable line
That dream is just a waste of time
A disguised intelligent design

Of the gods that refuse to die
That don’t care for you or I
Just their transcendental high
On the Net that usurped the sky
On the Net that usurped the sky . . .

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