i am a ludite and fucking proud of it.
last time "gotpoety" and i were hanging out, i showed him a few lyric sheets for some songs i'd been working on for my new band. we discussed posting a few, so here's one. if anyone likes it, i'll do a few more, but for the full monty you gotta come to a show... as soon as we book one.


"CELL SHOCK"
those explosions were no accident
that's natural selection my friend
drain bramage/brain cancer
every call must be answered

You got the Hand-in-ear-disease
You got the Hand-in-ear-disease
You got the Hand-in-ear-disease
You got the Hand-in-ear-disease

there's no bars in hell for you
the roaming charges are through the roof
you'll get cut off, you'll get cut off
you'll get cut off, you'll get, you'll get cut

You got the Hand-in-ear-disease
You got the Hand-in-ear-disease
You got the Hand-in-ear-disease
You got the Hand-in-ear-disease
i hope your microwaves keep you warm at night
i hope your microwaves keep you warm at night
i hope your microwaves keep you warm at night
i hope your microwaves keep you warm at night
2/2005
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I never had a mobile phone until someone else told me I needed one and paid for the phone and the calls, so I like the idea of this poem/lyric man!

What's with these "custom" ring-tones that you see advertised on TV and buy??? If I ever meet anyone who subscribes to that sort of shite I will kick their little behind bigtime!

Here is a poem/lyric I wrote on the same topic that I can't post by itself now without being unoriginal

CELLULAR:


Have you heard about the weather
And the break-up with my better half?
I suppose I’ll tell you now…
By the way, I’ll be around in about five minutes

We’re far beyond amazed at this
Convenient thing they’ve made for us
Not sure how it works,
But accepting that it hurts the hip-pocket

I’m slowly being intoxicated with radio waves
Technology’s slave
We’re all developing head cancer…I think it’s cellular…

An inter-city pulse of some
High frequency transmission
Could cause a stock market crash and
Bring the end of all that plastic cash, and confusion

Bustling like ants around a busy shopping mall
Faking an important business call
On the topic of promotion
They say the pen is mightier than the sword
But the tongue is more bitter than them both
They all give way to the cellular phone
It is now the backbone of my life

I’m slowly being intoxicated with radio waves
Technology’s slave
We’re all developing head cancer…I think it’s cellular…