Channels to infinity, a sort of entertaining hell
Multi-phonic hi-fidelity, sensory video as well
Luxury intoxicates, it gets harder now to rage
There's lack of guilt that indicates, I'm a product of the age
Little plastic cubes play music just by touch
And stuff that comes in plastic tubes, to eat when in a rush
All these joys and more, guilt's forgotten, not assuaged
Sometimes I can tell for sure I'm a victim of the age
I'm certified fulfilled, they say it, so it must be true
But nothing in this brave new world can ever take the place of you
Images in 4-D and gadgets for all tasks
A 'droid or two serve only me, do everything I ask
Everything's just perfect, or so I'm always told
But without you it's all reject, I'll never totally be sold
credits
from outpost,
released May 19, 2015
Written, played and produced by Barry Horrocks
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