We might evolve into a species

With wires from our ears

So we don’t have to listen

To other people’s noise

Now every man’s an island

And everyone’s divine

Cos we can disassociate ourselves

And live in Dreamtime


This isn’t really happening

We can block reality

Put your plugs in your lugs

And live in MTV

And if the conversation’s boring

No need to despair

You can text under the table

To someone who really cares


I’ve got a thousand friends on MySpace

(That’s if they all exist)

They all act as if they’re famous

Never tell it like it is

When your image is all pixellated

Honesty’s a crime

We can be whoever we want to be

When we live in Dreamtime


I keep bumping into people

When I’m walking down the street

They’re too busy watching YouTube

To co-ordinate their feet

I thought Blue Tooth was a pirate

Well he must have robbed their minds

People talking to themselves

In this Dreamtime.

◄ pink ring worm

Renovating Sputniks ►


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jane wilcock

Sun 20th Dec 2009 19:44

Yes, I joined face book once and found everyone had 137 friends and pics of themselves being sick at parties. Bring back the pirate. thanks

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 18th Dec 2009 18:26

Is that with all eight legs at once? That must be quite a sight! ;-)

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 18th Dec 2009 16:55

Fantastic, Horace.
Just saw a driving instructor texting on her phone, head down, totally absorbed, while her student pulled into mainline traffic like a snail, looking terrified. Not illegal though, is it?

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 18th Dec 2009 07:36

Hello Horace - enjoyed listening to this very much. Thank you!

<Deleted User> (7164)

Thu 17th Dec 2009 23:03

Helllo stranger, where've you been?

Must admit, i love dreamtime. Reality does come to the fore at worktime though. :-)
Mobile walky talky people.


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