Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

Information Superhighway, crawling out around the
You go way, I'll go my way, I'm living in a different world
So useless information, meant to stultify my mind
Stifles my in this sea of humankind.

Tomorrow is day
But we are tonight
Trust in our and let it be

Every time that I wake up, I the potion from the cup
And I awaken from this
In the I can see, in the moment I am free
Every that I wake up

generation, all the little girls and boys
Virtual communication, playing with their toys
Ritual without devotion, virtual
and vision, no emotion, psycho babble apathy

And now sitting in the sun
Love comes out of the
Trust in our and let it be

Every that I wake up, I drink the potion from the cup
And I awaken from sleep
In the moment I can see, in the I am free
Every time that I up

I'm lost inside the beauty of a melody
A window opens and I know that's where I to be
Like the of falling snow
the magic in my heart

Driving through Nevada City, on my way to God knows
This old town, it sure looks pretty, I just got to stop and
Lookin' at an old church steeple, got stories it could tell
In a of sleeping people, no one ever hears the bell

Tomorrow is day
But we are here
in our love and let it be

Every time I wake up, I drink the potion from the cup
And I awaken this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the I am free
time that I wake up
Every time I wake up
Every time I wake up

What (or who) is left out of the picture of the we are in when the world itself is portrayed as if nothing but "pure cybernetic processes?" And what haunts this most powerful of late twentieth-century theoretical-fictions? The answer, according to Norbert Wiener, is the "evil" of chaos - the noise of disorganized forms and the entropic erosion of workable boundaries between subjects in communicative flux.

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