Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

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

is another day
But we are tonight
in our love and let it be

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

Cybernetic generation, all the little girls and
Virtual communication, playing with little toys
Ritual devotion, virtual reality
Sound and vision, no emotion, babble apathy

And now we're in the sun
Love comes out of the
Trust in our and let it be

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

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

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

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

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

What (or who) is out of the picture of the world 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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