brave new world Info
Lyrics
you built me this pyramid.
you built me of glass and steel
i could draw a schematic
but i can’t make it real.
the evenings were endless
until edison won.
count the lights on the freeway
count the machines.
count the machines.
let’s make love under a strobe light tonight
leave the telescreen on
we might catch a quick glimpse
between the airships and the automats
of the centuries gone
hang me up in your cubicle tonight
in the corporate skyscrapers
in fluorescent moonlight
we made this future, did we make it right?
in our Brave New World….
the veins in my head are running
with molten metal
the veins in my head are running
after you
after you
strap me down to my rocketpack
everything has such symmetry
strap me down, see what i do
see
what
i
do.
let’s make love under a strobe light tonight
leave the telescreen on
we might catch a quick glimpse
between the airships and the automats
of the centuries gone
hang me up in your cubicle tonight
in the corporate skyscrapers
in fluorescent moonlight
we made this future, did we make it right?
in our Brave New World….
my aluminum heart is beating.
tick.
tock.
tick.
tock.
tick.
tock.
tick.
we don’t talk.
we don’t talk.
let’s make love under a strobe light tonight
leave the telescreen on
we might catch a quick glimpse
between the airships and the automats
Story
This creepy toe-tapper sounds like it should be in a strange time signature, but it’s a waltz. It’s all clean lines in the future.
I wrote this after going to an Art Deco/Art Nouveau exhibit at the Wolfsonian Museum here in swingin' deco-driven South Beach. All the propaganda, all the clean lines and perfect shapes, all the various beautiful futures that never quite happened….
Where did the Industrial Century leave us little meat creatures?
- Love is inefficient without reproduction.
- Purposeless reproduction is inefficient.
- My aluminum heart is beating. Tick. Tock. Tick.
This song is also kind of an homage to Hugh Blumenfeld, a folk singer well acquainted with the despair of technological living. I’ve recorded several versions of it, but the one I’m happiest with is by someone else (see “n covers grant” to hear it – quite different).