Content Nausea

    E*   A   E     (E*)
E|--12---5---0---|--7---| 
B|--12---5---0---|--9---| 
G|--13---6---1---|--9---| 
D|--14---7---2---|--9---| 
A|--14---7---2---|--7---| 
E|--12---5---0---|------| 

( E* - A - ) x4

E*                            
Content nausea, World War Four, 
                    A
seems like it all came too soon
E*                                
Another carnage apparatus, such a 
      A
disappointing doom

E*                                
I've used money, I've used drugs, 
             A
Abuse body, abuse mind
E*                             
People use such strange excuses, 
                    A
always have done, no clue why

E*                            
Most folks think and some folks 
know, life's lived least when you 
  A
don't let go
E*                             
Of a memory, of a dream, like an 
           A
hometown better seen

E*                                
On a screen or at a distance, life
                  A
 lived best without resistance
E*                            
People clicked and people read, 
                    A
'Modern Life' is what it said

E*                             
Pretty pictures, pretty lives, I 
              A
peered into once or twice
E*                             
I'll go back but not today, it's 
                         A
nice to visit but it's hard to stay

E*                                
In the grips of bad dimension, too
               A
 much data, too much tension
E*                                
Too much plastic, too much glass, 
                           A
life lived least when when fears are
 passed

E*                                
My friend he won't leave his home,
                         A
 says "I am a bonfire of human 
bones."
E*                                
I am a bonfire of human bones, I 
               A
am a bonfire of human bones

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          ~ ~ (repeat A - E -) ~ ~

And am I under some spell?
And do my thoughts belong to me?
Or just some slogan I ingested to 
save time?
This night is missing people

The sea, it had no-one
Hardly no-one, it had shapes, it had
 light
Some were flashing, most moved
Me, I couldn't look away

But still no-one came or left they 
just stayed
But they weren't there in the first 
place
Overpopulated by nothing, crowded by
 a sparseness
Guided by darkness, too much, not 
enough

Content, that's what you'd call it
An infant screaming in every room in
 your gut
Bets strum on an intention but best 
left unattended
How gathered the pixels in the dust 
of the digital age to our being

With what do I wash?
Put on some music
My friend walks the same path every 
day
Steep the stairwell, cognizance to 
coma

Ignoring best he can
An inconvenient reality
The consequential chore that unfolds
 in the naked sprint from screen to 
screen
Scrolling binary ghettos for escape 
for reminders

And this would be a good idea to 
free poets
From the back padding dungeons of 
content and comments
To free artists from empty and 
vulgar broadcasting ritual
For this year it became harder to be
 tender

Harder and harder to remember
Meeting a friend, writing a letter
Being lost, antique ritual
All lost to the ceremony of progress

Like the sensual organs removed
They're only weighing you down, you 
didn't need them
Ignore this part, it's an 
advertisement
These people are famous, I'd trust 
them

Protesters stayed home this time 
around
Some enlisted, some never heard the 
first shots

               ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
E*                                
Well I've been north and I've been
                           A
 south, I've been west and I've been
 east
E*                             
Been around long enough to know, 
                          A
life's lived best when scrolling 
least

E*                                
Just a broken piece of plastic, 
           A
just another new device
E*                                
Just another nervous habit, one 
              A
more thing you have to buy

E*                                
Just one more thing to replace, 
               A
one more way to block your face
E*                             
Too much data, too much tension, 
                           A
life's lived least when less is 
mentioned

E*                            
Wasting dollars, wasting hours, 
                      A
wasting talent with wasted power
E*                                
No one says it but it's known, the
                 A
 more connected, the more alone

E*                                
My friend stays at the home in the
                      A
 dark, never walks up to the park
E*                                
Always nauseous, always tired, I 
              A
am a landmine, wrong supplier
E*
I am a landmine