Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

Information Superhighway, crawling out around the
You go your way, I'll go my way, I'm 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 here
Trust in our and let it be

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

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

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

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

When I'm lost inside the beauty of a
A window opens and I know where I want to be
Like the of falling snow
Awakes the in my heart

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

is another day
But we are tonight
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 that I wake up
Every time that I up
Every time that I up

What (or who) is left 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 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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