A wry look at modern technology, with a funky groove and plenty of Wurlitzer electric piano, organ, double bass and synth brass, all played by myself, along with rhythm programming, vocals and production.
I wanted to write a song with something of the feel of early-70s Stevie Wonder or Billy Preston. I also thought it would be fun to write the lyrics from the perspective of somebody who isn't that keen on the wonders of modern technology.
Now we speak in abbreviations
With a hash-tag now and then.
We've killed the art of correspondence
'Cause the Tweet is mightier than the pen!
(chorus:)
And the Genie don't fit the bottle no more.
He don't wanna go back inside
And the bottle holds a message
Floating out there on the tide.
And the kids sit killing monsters
Trying to beat their highest scores.
They're beginning to look like zombies
'Cause they never go outdoors!
(chorus)
(instrumental break)
You can buy a ticket into space now;
You'll be able to clone yourself real soon!
And I've even got a gizmo
That'll help me sing in tune!
(chorus to fade)