Inside Story

It’s like something just over the horizon, I wanna take a walk, maybe see what we can find, look long and hard, look near and far, but above all things always look inside, listen in into these words from a citizen of earths surface, lets try and rewire the circuits, determine the purpose, meanwhile im striving for perfect but homie perfect takes practice, and im finding these days and times im always so damn distracted,

They hit you like, shop here, wear this, want this, love this, be this, buy that, log in, sign up, tune in, click here, watch this, read up, write back, so much too know, and so many things to own, tv in your home and your mobile phone make sure that your never really alone, and its pathetic, like a global epidemic, attention span so fragmented, so addicted to being connected, we now getting updates by the second, but its all time wasted, enough myspace and facebook prime for the taking, but the whole world look, getting high on information, post-generation y babies they call them the digital natives, hide behind their monitors, this technology kills imagination, excuse my cynicism, in a world where every kids best friend is a computer, is a system failure headed for an apathetic future, just a few centuries back they made maps of a flat world by candle light, now the whole worlds at your fingertips, map right down to your street by satellite, so advanced from where we started its all so complexifying, brand names buy ad-space in your mind, but they’ll never get what’s inside.

I wasn’t there when they were rules, but I do my best to follow them in this world of machines, we starving for oxygen, all I can offer is these words that I write and I only give ‘em what I know so I give ‘em what’s inside, said I wasn’t there when they where rules, but I do my best to follow them in this world of machines, we starving for oxygen, where were you the day that humanity died, searching for signs of life to reconnect with what’s inside.

Somewhere there’s a room full of men in suits looking up at rows of numbers, terrified by the red in the rise, as arrows point down from the pressure their under, and they say we might drown in our own greediness, living beyond our means, chasing dreams that we learnt off MTV cribs, look at what we did, smog fills the sky and the cars line up at the servo, and I can’t help but think to myself this can’t be the way it was supposed to go, on the nightly news floods and bushfires, earthquakes and tidal waves, temperatures rising, army’s fighting, bombs go off and sirens blaze, we just trying to get by and occupy our spot on the timeline, so we change the channel to sex, drugs and violence program for prime time, sit back in our chairs as a living room employerism, as reality TV turns all of life into a competition, airbrushed magazine pages give us false idols to worship, but its all so damn depressing, we can’t live up to picture perfect, sometimes I just want to unplug and go back to basics, and I wonder what my life might have been like somewhere else in history’s pages, but here we stand the sons and daughters of colonialism, crossed over water just to be making our homes on stolen land, and me, I don’t know the plan, im just here to play my part, do my thing, walk my path, fork my shit, make my mark, I swear I want to make a difference from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t how to fix it, man, I wouldn’t know where to start, so advanced form where we started, images of the production line, we out of touch with what’s inside,

I wasn’t there when they were rules, but I do my best to follow them in this world of machines, we starving for oxygen, all I can offer is these words that I write and I only give ‘em what I know so I give ‘em what’s inside, said I wasn’t there when they where rules, but I do my best to follow them in this world of machines, we starving for oxygen, where were you the day that humanity died, searching for signs of life to reconnect with what’s inside.