Story Behind the Song
The Cedar Bucket Act 1 No. 2
A necessary explanation fo how the internet actually works, once one is clear of the glitz and glamour of the WWW. And also explanation of the dependencies of netizens.
Music from a Yamaha PSR310 using Cakewalk Apprentice sequencer. Music is live, ie individual instrument tracks laid down sequentially without quantisation and with only minor post-editing.
Lyrics
TRIO & CHORUS: A FLIGHT OF MONKEYS PURE
[The Cedar Bucket Act 1 No.2]
Words & Music Copyright © TJ Fatchen (Flying Tadpole) 2001-2002
All Rights Reserved
Gilligan (G), Flying Tadpole (FT) and Lady Sailor (LadyS)
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(G & FT)
A flight of Monkeys pure,
A blue computer screen;
It's virtual beauty, virtual truth,
Our virtual minds have seen.
(+LadyS)
Your soul you're pouring forth,
Through Window's Wall of Death.
Reality
You just might see,
But please, don't hold your breath.
Reality
You just might see,
But please, don't hold your breath.
(FT) What you see is simply what you're getting
(Ch) (Wizzy-wiggy, wizzy-wiggy)
(FT) Virtual marvels caught up in your Netting.
(Ch) (Wizzy-wiggy, wizzy-wiggy)
(G) Think! this newsgroup's mainly manly traffic,
(Ch) (Where's the women? Where's the women?)
(G) Yet there's nothing in it pornographic!
(Ch) (Where's the women? Where's the women?)
(FT, G)
You must see that there is something sadly wrong,
An all-male chorus roaring in full song:
(FT, G, LadyS)
Internetting,
Mails a-getting,
Posting all day long!
(G, FT, LadyS)
We claim that we all sail,
That we're experts all afloat
But what the heck, you just can't check
Our virtual sailing boat.
(Ch)
But what the heck, you just can't check
Our virtual sailing boat.
(FT) Do you really think that we're all sailors?
(Ch) (Mickey Mouse Club, Mickey Mouse Club)
(FT) Most of us are virtual sailing failures!
(Ch) (ickey Mouse Club, Mickey Mouse Club
(G) Hydrophobiacs with words carousing!
(Ch) (Yes, that's really what we are!)
(G) Egomaniacs their itch arousing!
(Ch) (Mickey Mouse Club, Mickey Mouse Club)
(G, FT)
Who cares what or who or how is real!
All that matters is the toasty feel
Of flames a-burning,
Racks a-turning
Virtual cru-el-ty!!
(LadyS, G, FT)
You're free to fly away
O'er waves of cyberspace
But keep in mind: expect to find
Flames firing at your face.
Yes, keep in mind: expect to find
Flames firing at your face!
(Ch) That's very true indeed,
You're hardly in the race,
Until you've smelt your ego melt
In flames aimed at your face.
(Ch) For some of us keep making fake identities:
(FT) (Writing to a newsgroup's just a form of vanity.)
(Ch) It hides the fact that we're complete nonentities!
(G) (Authorship's as strange a vessel as you'll ever see.)
(Ch) Others seek to spread disinformation;
(LadyS.) (Clogging email boxes with their petrifying spam.)
(Ch) Even more send logic on vacation!
(G ) (Posting pompous dribble and it isn't worth a damn.)
(Ch) Trolls manipulating, killfiles freezing,
(FT) (Trying to empow'r themselves by daily making strife.)
(Ch) Nannies, cyber-nazis power-seizing!
(LadyS) (We'd better yet enjoy the net if they would leave and get a life)
(All)
Come, look closer still and you will clearly see
Warped reflections of reality!
(G,FT, LadyS. + Ch)
Just a mirror murky,
Showing failings quirky,
Just a mirror...
Such a mirror
Of humanity!
(FT) What you see is simply what you're getting,
(LadyS.) If you keep on with this internetting,
(G) Normal living you will be forgetting!
Just!
(+FT) Like!
(+LadyS) Me!
Words & Music Copyright (c) TJ Fatchen (Flying Tadpole) 2001-2002
All Rights Reserve
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