LYRICS
TECHNOLOGY
Do you remember in the old days?
We used to sit round in a circle and play songs on the piano
And if you wanted someone else to hear it
Well, you’d have to write it down
You had to send it on a horse and it would take about a fortnight
But now we’re in the future
I can write songs on my computer
Imagine the futility
Of a horse trying to keep up with me
Do you remember in the old days?
We used to spin black plastic round and touch it with a needle
Some people say that’s better than the stuff that we’ve got now
But hey, move over Grandad! This is the 21st century, man
Stop and have a think what the future might hold
We could clone our favourite pop stars and make them do the washing up
Or replace our ears with samplers and our larynxes with CD burners
And have drum loops pouring out of our mouths
And what if I invented a sound
That could wipe out an entire army but leave the buildings intact?
I’m not saying I’d use it but we’ll have to wait and see
That’s the wonderful, exciting, sexy world of technology
Why Doesn’t Anyone Buy Singles?
Technology
Invasion of the Pop Snatchers
The Chinese Ghost of Christmas
Look at My Bum
Teenagers of the Revolution
The Cowboy Astronaut of Mother’s Day
Goodbye 2003
Fun Fun Fun Fun Fun
Cyborg Horse
Harlequin
I Take Rugs
Tour Song
Something Better
The Day the Music Died (2003-04)
All songs written and recorded for the BBC Radio 2 show,
The Day the Music Died
LYRICS
TECHNOLOGY
Do you remember in the old days?
We used to sit round in a circle
And play songs on the piano
And if you wanted someone else to hear it
Well, you’d have to write it down
You had to send it on a horse
And it would take about a fortnight
But now we’re in the future
I can write songs on my computer
Imagine the futility
Of a horse trying to keep up with me
Do you remember in the old days?
We used to spin black plastic round
And touch it with a needle
Some people say that’s better
Than the stuff that we’ve got now
But hey, move over Grandad!
This is the 21st century, man
Stop and have a think
What the future might hold
We could clone our favourite pop stars
And make them do the washing up
Or replace our ears with samplers
And our larynxes with CD burners
And have drum loops
Pouring out of our mouths
And what if I invented a sound
That could wipe out an entire army
But leave the buildings intact?
I’m not saying I’d use it
But we’ll have to wait and see
That’s the wonderful, exciting
Sexy world of technology!
