Identity Theft from Algorithm & Blues by Motihari Brigade
Andy Warhol famously said everybody gets their fifteen minutes of fame. Updated for the current moment it’s now: “Everybody gets to point the hand of blame. Everybody gets their fifteen minutes of shame.” Is there a common shared humanity In the midst of all this virtual connectedness? Listen and follow and let us know - click, click, wink.
Tracklist
| 5. | Identity Theft | 5:47 |
Lyrics
Identity Theft
Music and Lyrics by Eric Winston
Motihari Brigade Music ASCAP ©2022
We catch each other in the eye
A momentary observation
Gather up the information
Rapid fire calculation
Got your facial recognition
Analyze your disposition
Decode your combination
Offer up your explanation
We got your identity
We got your identity
We got your identity
We got your identity
Don’t need no ticket to be free
Cause we both hold each other’s key
Completed the investigation
Filled out the evaluation
Preceded by your reputation
On the edge of cancellation
Your profile and your avatar
Your social media reportoire
Nothing left to mystery
Your gender race and pedigree
We got your identity
We got your identity
We got your identity
We got your identity
Don’t need no ticket to be free
Just you to be you and me to be me
Assign you to your new position
Summarize your definition
Lst your virtues and transgressions
Down to your essential essence
We are always heroes in the stories that we tell
With the best intentions on the road to hell
Everybody gets to point the hand of blame
Everybody gets their fifteen minutes of shame
We got your identity
We got your identity
We got your identity
We got your identity
Don’t need no ticket to be free
Just you to be you and me to be me
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Rock-N-Roll Thoughtcrime for independent minds.
Rock-n-Roll began in rebellion. Beautiful outcasts claimed a musical voice to freely express humanity. Meanwhile plastic corporate robots distracted and placated the masses. Artificial programming flooded our tele-screens with a hypnotic culture of fear and division. You need not consume what you are fed. Escape zombie-dystopia. Find your band.