MC Frontalot - Dating Profile lyrics
[MC Frontalot - Dating Profile lyrics]
Before you look at me like I’m a neo-Luddite
All screens point at me at
Once in a real floodlight
Ideally sunlight would bathe me more often
Between now and a million
Internets and a coffin
Can’t soften up my viewpoint:
Modern love is the realm and
Computron is the true coin
And that’s it for you
Boy you’re forty-two and the coif fled
Better find true love immediately
As you’ve oft said
So you figure the thing out
Pick out a password
Look in your digital photographs folder
Over the last third
Of your life is anything plausibly still hot?
What kind of hope about love
Have you impossibly still got
Lodged in your nerd mind?
Don’t you remember biology
All of the sad ones that the herd find
Difficult to cope with
Left the group and weren’t eloped with
Before you look at me
I could tell, you could be
All that I have ever wanted
Can't trick you perfect nevertheless!
Ever since Guttenberg and Rosanna Arquette’s
Mise-en-scène, brandishing the sheaf
Of dot matrix
Your belief in top basics got stasis
You take ways that you
Might not be forgivable, reveal them
List your investment in every real un-
Shakable truth that you’ve ever pondered
That profile text seems far
Off you never wander
You write what you’ve seen people write
Like:
You feel extreme nostalgia for Excitebike
You read this book once and
You quite liked it
Screens keep you company bright
Nights like these
There’s a reply! This thing is pinging at you
Look at his eyes: both of them singing at you
He’s in disguise as you, except beautiful
Offers his services whispers he’s dutiful
Wait, it’s the dating app it made
A map of your whole identity
But with all of the things that
Your soul intends to be
Punched up and expressed now unequivocally
Plus, it fixed your chin
And the whole thing’s riveting
It’s leveraging a neural network
On your behalf
Check the projected effectiveness there
On the graph if you let go
It’ll send notes to
Other romance-seeking persons
Or rather to the prettier, funnier
Geekier versions of those humans that the
System surely improved
Your algorithm is better at flirting than you
Their algorithms are better at flirting back
Your virtual face
Already out on a date with your top match
Each of your virtual fleshes intertwine
And even though you’re not participating
This is fine
It’s kind of ideal as your dating endgame:
Bot’s got your heart simulating
On the mainframe
Keeps it beating in your name
All screens point at me at
Once in a real floodlight
Ideally sunlight would bathe me more often
Between now and a million
Internets and a coffin
Can’t soften up my viewpoint:
Modern love is the realm and
Computron is the true coin
And that’s it for you
Boy you’re forty-two and the coif fled
Better find true love immediately
As you’ve oft said
So you figure the thing out
Pick out a password
Look in your digital photographs folder
Over the last third
Of your life is anything plausibly still hot?
What kind of hope about love
Have you impossibly still got
Lodged in your nerd mind?
Don’t you remember biology
All of the sad ones that the herd find
Difficult to cope with
Left the group and weren’t eloped with
Before you look at me
I could tell, you could be
All that I have ever wanted
Can't trick you perfect nevertheless!
Ever since Guttenberg and Rosanna Arquette’s
Mise-en-scène, brandishing the sheaf
Of dot matrix
Your belief in top basics got stasis
You take ways that you
Might not be forgivable, reveal them
List your investment in every real un-
Shakable truth that you’ve ever pondered
That profile text seems far
Off you never wander
You write what you’ve seen people write
Like:
You feel extreme nostalgia for Excitebike
You read this book once and
You quite liked it
Screens keep you company bright
Nights like these
There’s a reply! This thing is pinging at you
Look at his eyes: both of them singing at you
He’s in disguise as you, except beautiful
Offers his services whispers he’s dutiful
Wait, it’s the dating app it made
A map of your whole identity
But with all of the things that
Your soul intends to be
Punched up and expressed now unequivocally
Plus, it fixed your chin
And the whole thing’s riveting
It’s leveraging a neural network
On your behalf
Check the projected effectiveness there
On the graph if you let go
It’ll send notes to
Other romance-seeking persons
Or rather to the prettier, funnier
Geekier versions of those humans that the
System surely improved
Your algorithm is better at flirting than you
Their algorithms are better at flirting back
Your virtual face
Already out on a date with your top match
Each of your virtual fleshes intertwine
And even though you’re not participating
This is fine
It’s kind of ideal as your dating endgame:
Bot’s got your heart simulating
On the mainframe
Keeps it beating in your name