Information Superhighway, crawling out the world You go your way, I'll go my way, I'm living in a world So much useless information, meant to stultify my Stifles my imagination in sea of humankind.
Tomorrow is day But we are tonight Trust in our and let it be
Every time that I wake up, I drink the from the cup And I awaken this sleep In the I can see, in the moment I am free Every time I wake up
Cybernetic generation, all the little and boys Virtual communication, playing their little toys Ritual without devotion, reality Sound and vision, no emotion, babble apathy
And now we're in the sun Love comes out of the in our love and let it be
Every time that I wake up, I drink the from the cup And I from this sleep In the I can see, in the moment I am free Every time that I up
When I'm lost inside the of a melody A opens and I know that's where I want to be Like the of falling snow Awakes the magic in my
Driving through City, on my way to God knows where This old town, it sure looks pretty, I just got to and stare Lookin' at an old church steeple, it's got it could tell In a world of people, no one ever hears the bell
Tomorrow is day But we are here Trust in our and let it be
time that I wake up, I drink the potion from the cup And I awaken from this In the moment I can see, in the I am free Every time that I up Every that I wake up Every time I wake up
What (or who) is left out of the picture of the world we are in when the world itself is portrayed as if nothing but "pure cybernetic processes?" And what this most powerful of late twentieth-century theoretical-fictions? The answer, according to Norbert Wiener, is the "evil" of chaos - the noise of disorganized forms and the entropic erosion of workable boundaries between subjects in communicative flux.
Information Crawling out the world