Momus - AFK lyrics
[Momus - AFK lyrics]
I remember how you looked on Skype
And the degree to which I wanted you
But now we're standing face to face
And it just doesn't feel the same
It's pretty odd
The magic's not there in real life
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard
Away from QWERTYUIOP you look odd
A little bit unreal
I raise the selfie-stick and take
A photo on the phone
As if to see ourselves framed
In that familiar rectangle
Could make it all all right
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard
In the good old days I would
Play such games with you
Like photoshopping semen all across
Your face on JPGs but now in bed I'm obliged
To make the stuff myself
No copy paste to place it on your face
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard
Theodor Adorno declared that in the
End the soul it'self
Is nothing more than our desire
To have a soul
And so desire in our world of digital affairs
Is nothing more than desire for desire
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard
I'm going back to the airport
Don't try to stop me
This affair has not turned out as I
Imagined it was going to be
And when I'm home I'd hope that we
Could start again in our "real lives"
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard
And the degree to which I wanted you
But now we're standing face to face
And it just doesn't feel the same
It's pretty odd
The magic's not there in real life
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard
Away from QWERTYUIOP you look odd
A little bit unreal
I raise the selfie-stick and take
A photo on the phone
As if to see ourselves framed
In that familiar rectangle
Could make it all all right
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard
In the good old days I would
Play such games with you
Like photoshopping semen all across
Your face on JPGs but now in bed I'm obliged
To make the stuff myself
No copy paste to place it on your face
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard
Theodor Adorno declared that in the
End the soul it'self
Is nothing more than our desire
To have a soul
And so desire in our world of digital affairs
Is nothing more than desire for desire
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard
I'm going back to the airport
Don't try to stop me
This affair has not turned out as I
Imagined it was going to be
And when I'm home I'd hope that we
Could start again in our "real lives"
You're not to blame you're not the
Same away from the keyboard