Song Description
This is very fast-paced modern rock song in the style of The Foo Fighters. The lyrics are concerned with technology & computers. The verses feature a narrator writing code at his computer in a darkened apartement room filled with wires, old monitors, sol
| Song Length |
2:06 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rock - Hard Rock |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male |
| Mood |
Frantic, Frenetic |
Subject |
Computers, Machines |
| Similar Artists |
Foo Fighters, Green Day |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The ozone crackles like an old TV:
The pheremonics of technology.
I click & drag, I got a frantic fist,
I make the things I think I can't resist.
Double, Integer & Float
& Static, Constant, Long by rote.
Binary search tree, null the leaves, & never dump a core.
Psychotropical shores.
Psychotropical shores.
Psychotropical shores.
Psychotropical shores.
The shiny CD-Rs conseal my walls,
The veins of cables running down my hall,
Tobacco halo on the ceiling crux
Is painted purple from the solder flux.
First in, last out of the stack
The doppler's sounding out of wack
Strong-typed variable arguments never dump a core.
Psychotropical shores.
Psychotropical shores.
Psychotropical shores.
Psychotropical shores.
I love the calming coo of cooling fans,
I feed the algebra of sweating hands,
The fragile fiber optic circuitry,
Like tinsel stretched across a Christmas tree.
After while it's like a trance
& electrons begin to dance
My synapses are quiet now
& out it starts to pour.
Psychotropical shores.
Psychotropical shores.
Psychotropical shores.
Psychotropical shores.