The Xennial Psychology - Digital Divide Anthem #Jazz
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This is for anyone who:
Remembers life before the first mobile phone.
Feels the tension between the real world and the pixels.
Understands the magic of a "slower pace" that seems to be fading away.
Lyrics:
We stood right at the edge of history,
The last ones with a double memory.
We lived beneath a warm and outdoor sun,
Before the digital had first begun.
The streetlights told us when to come back home,
Before we ever had a mobile phone.
The days were long and we were often bored,
With no bright screen that couldn't be ignored.
We built our worlds from sticks and dirt and clay,
And played outside through every summer day.
Our minds were grown in quiet, slow and deep,
Before the apps began to steal our sleep.
We speak the language of the old and new,
We know the dial-up and the Wi-Fi too.
The real world and the pixels now collide,
We have a foot on every single side.
We are the bridge across the middle gap,
Between the person and the glowing map.
The internet was once a place to go,
A site we visited to join the show.
We logged on, then we logged back off again,
To live our lives among our real-life friends.
But now there is no door to leave behind,
The screen is always open in the mind.
We’re caught between the old soul and the new,
We play a part that only we can do.
A human bridge within a world of wire,
A spark of life inside the circuit's fire.(Vocals becoming more emotive)
We see both worlds but feel we don't belong,
We are the lyrics of a changing song.
We keep the memory of a slower pace,
Of living in a quiet, private space.
Before the phone and every endless scroll,
Can take away the magic of the soul.
Before the screen and sky become as one.
#AshMusicals
This is for anyone who:
Remembers life before the first mobile phone.
Feels the tension between the real world and the pixels.
Understands the magic of a "slower pace" that seems to be fading away.
Lyrics:
We stood right at the edge of history,
The last ones with a double memory.
We lived beneath a warm and outdoor sun,
Before the digital had first begun.
The streetlights told us when to come back home,
Before we ever had a mobile phone.
The days were long and we were often bored,
With no bright screen that couldn't be ignored.
We built our worlds from sticks and dirt and clay,
And played outside through every summer day.
Our minds were grown in quiet, slow and deep,
Before the apps began to steal our sleep.
We speak the language of the old and new,
We know the dial-up and the Wi-Fi too.
The real world and the pixels now collide,
We have a foot on every single side.
We are the bridge across the middle gap,
Between the person and the glowing map.
The internet was once a place to go,
A site we visited to join the show.
We logged on, then we logged back off again,
To live our lives among our real-life friends.
But now there is no door to leave behind,
The screen is always open in the mind.
We’re caught between the old soul and the new,
We play a part that only we can do.
A human bridge within a world of wire,
A spark of life inside the circuit's fire.(Vocals becoming more emotive)
We see both worlds but feel we don't belong,
We are the lyrics of a changing song.
We keep the memory of a slower pace,
Of living in a quiet, private space.
Before the phone and every endless scroll,
Can take away the magic of the soul.
Before the screen and sky become as one.
