Before we disappear into darkness
One last look into the mirror
A mind orphaned, colonised
Consumed, forsaking
This webbed enraptured self
For a smaller world
Encoded, owned
Possessed and sold,
Brittle, fractured, wired
Wound, and coiled
Infinitely stretched
To hang suspended
Oscillating in the static hum
Electrified with longing
Desire alternating with despair, departing
Scattered by this blind and furious wave
Through a new and ever-fluid world
Each to their own
Awash upon our distant golden shore
Enclosed, belonging, safe
Isolated from the satellite's roar
Its fading skeletal chatter
Drowning distant drums
Unfolding alone
One drowsy glowing day
Recurring, endless, pure
Illuminated in the slanting beams
Of long-gone glories restored
A hologram of memories implanted
Behold our miraculous future fulfilled
In nostalgia for a time that never was
Slave to the Algorithm
Lost soul
File not found
We eat, sleep, dream
And surrender to the inevitable
Fate foreseen
Slaves to the algorithm
Meanwhile
The gravitational pull
Of calculating darkness
Dictates the logical click and clack of exact clockwork
Which, lacking hesitation
Tells the time
It tells the time to tick and tock
Until the blossoming of identical flowers
In the electric forest
Announces the precise
Mechanical dawn
Lost souls
File not found
Numbered beasts
We eat, sleep, dream
Fate foreseen
Slaves to the algorithm
Lights in the sky
Dark days ahead
Identical Automata
Identical automata
Who belong, if anywhere, here
Frozen, in the half-lit neon
Until the heavens open
Pixels raining from a dead sky
Curses cast upon the waters
Flickering ghosts of time and place
The Age of Complicity
In the Age of Complicity
We look back in black and white
Seeing nothing but ourselves
Ones and zeroes
Drowning in a dazzle of pixilation
Stardust reflected in dead water
In the Age of Complicity
We are united
Conspiring with our designers
Our seducers
Sure to get all we deserve
In the Age of Complicity
We are all dreaming now
In the Age of Complicity
We are all individuals
Our names and fates coded
And inscribed in unknown languages
In the Book from the Sky
The End of this World
The end of this world will come
At the moment everyone least expects it
The end of this world will come
For reasons anyone could have predicted
The end of this world will come
A recognised recurring dream
Lost to memory each morning
The end of this world will come
When a voice, a human voice
Explains in simple words
Where we all went wrong
And still we will not see it
Until we fear the worst
The end of this world will come
The few cursed with hope
Doomed to disappointment
And damned with all the rest
Until we fear the worst
The end of the world will come
At the moment everyone least expects it
Places Only Visited in Dreams
Hypnotised,
Counting down into a dream
Grey, the colour of absence
Of a day without hope
Lost at the centre
Of a city at the edge
Of a world without horizons
Satellites circle
Selecting your frequency
Chosen ones sheltered
Beneath the antennae
In space dislocated
Shining, reflected,
Divided, enhancing
The weight of the waves
Done now with dreams
Beneath our feet the earth solidifies
And finally we know the weight of the world
As forward we tread
In the satellite’s footprint
To a place never visited, somehow always known
Hollow at the centre, where we, on a road
That begins and ends nowhere
Shall one day perhaps, meet
You Might Think
You might think - that this speech is
About your freedom, so
None shall dictate, None shall control
But really it's all about money
You might think - This song is about love
Transcendent, aching, ecstatic,
Joining those who truly belong
Or maybe just sex - Jointed, rhythmic, surging
Blood and brains and urgent bodies
But really it's about money
You might think - This message is about protection
Keeping all you hold precious
Sheltered, safe from harm
Safe from all who'd trample, ruin, steal
It calls out to all the love you bear
In your heart for your home
But no. This message is really about money
You might think - This word is about salvation
Good news with the power
To end all fear
To heal body and soul
But the truth is - This message is about money
You might think - This message is about justice,
Restitution, nostalgia
Longing for lost time
But remember - This message is about money