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  • Hive Mind - Seven Years (7:21)

    from Don't Go Back to Sleep


    The Hive Brain - Seven Years
    By Chris Chandler - Paul Benoit


    The universe is simultaneously expanding and contracting.

    Each new measurement of the known universe tells a confusing story.
    And every confusing story creates more to be measured.


    Every Seven Years I gotta change my name

    Facts are no longer remembered, but stored in an off brain facility.

    I don’t feel different but i am not the same

    Our frontal lobes, once our mighty claws and talons,
    have been removed and stored
    in a fragile a hand held device

    i was drunk till June stumbling till December

    one that requires a monthly payment plan
    - with out which -
    We are no longer connected to
    the hive brain.

    keep my promises if i could remember


    Without this corporate account,
    we are banished from the new society.

    every time i walk i’m in a different place

    The hive brain is massive, all encompassing, growing.
    Yet, our own brain is shrinking.

    every time i look i see a different face

    The universe is simultaneously expanding and contracting.

    I’m not complaining
    im just saying
    i don’t know my name
    yeah
    I’m not complaining
    im just saying
    i don’t know my name
    yeah I don’t know my name

    OOOO YEAH YEAH

    Math skills, gone in the ‘70s with hand held calculators. Multiplication tables, gone the way of the dodo bird, Block-Buster Video, and White-Out.

    Mark Twain once said, “Never trust a man that can’t figure out more than one way to auto-correct a word.”

    It’s true, I read it on the internet.

    I was once arrested and striped of my cell phone,
    but could not make my one phone call
    because I did not know anyone’s phone number.

    Global Positioning Satellites suck our sense of direction though the vacuum known as dependance.

    I can navigate anywhere and nowhere simultaneously.

    As a species we hear more music than anyone else in human history.
    Yet,
    together we can barely sing, “Happy Birthday.”

    OOOO YEAH YEAH

    Though I stand on the shoulders of giants,
    I am still an ant.

    I woke up this morning i had disappeared
    there was no one in my bed there was no one near
    i called the detective to track me down
    he was out of the office he was out of town


    I communicate with more people on a daily basis through social media than the entire cities my ancestors created. Yet, I communicate with fewer upon every tweet.
    My body of knowledge is growing...
    thinner...
    Just as as a soap bubble expands...
    it gets larger...
    However, as it expands
    its walls grow thinner.

    The universe is simultaneously expanding and contracting.

    I ban who I want to from my universe, and admit only those I desire.
    Creating a cult of clones.
    Building Berlin Walls, Great Walls of China,
    Mexican Border walls
    of the soul.

    I’m not complaining
    i’m just saying
    i don’t know my name
    yeah
    I’m not complaining
    im just saying
    i don’t know my name
    yeah I don’t know my name

    I can read more newspapers than anyone before me,
    But every article I read is researched with the vigor of a 4th grade social studies student plagiarizing his text book
    to turn in his assignment by midterm deadline all to be patted on the head by the denizens of dumbyland.

    and on top of that... every article I read,
    the next is more narrowly tailored to me,
    and the next ... based on what I last read.
    The ads I see - tailored to me.

    I am drowning in a sea of me.

    Endless cycles of inward looking.
    Narcissus mastrubating in a hall of mirrors
    in the vain attempt to inbreed with himself.

    Inscestuous Ignominy

    They whispered strange things to __
    I could not feel I could not hear
    every seven years i feel new again
    would you come on over and see me then


    I’m not complaining
    i’m just saying
    i don’t know my name
    yeah
    I’m not complaining
    i’m just saying
    i don’t know my name
    yeah I don’t know my name


    Because we all long to
    release... release... release...
    A smorgasbord of half baked,
    half researched,
    half thought through,
    fully self referenced,
    hypotheses.

    All in an urgent need to
    get more likes,
    more followers...
    more retweets...
    more “friends.”

    So that, for a second...
    One second...
    We can feel that someone...
    somewhere out there,

    Loves us.

    updated: 5 months ago