|
|
December 2091 |
| Home | About | Music | Comics | Blog | Links | Contact |
| This song, which has not yet been recorded, was first performed in December of 2012, not December of 2091, though once I get my time machine up and running, the latter is a definite possibility. The song imagines what Christmas might be like near the end of this century. |
| Lyrics |
| December 2091 |
| Deck the festive space-time rifts; be Programmed so that you can see All the holographic gifts be- Neath the holographic tree. Beam selections from the Torah To the others in your vat. Light the lights on the menorah; They say there's an app for that. Trim the succulent tofurkey, Which is only half-unreal, With synthetic sage whose murky Origins you won't reveal. Merry happy winter; I'm not Sure what "winter" means. I guess it doesn't matter, as Our bodies have long since become machines. Tuck the offspring, for good reason, Into hibernation pods. Upload stories of the season, But leave out the bits with gods. Decorate the yuletide table In your virtual retreat. If the code becomes unstable, You will just pretend to eat. Teach the offspring to time travel; It's traditional, you know. Watch the whole time stream unravel And erase the offspring, so Merry happy winter; I’m not Sure what “winter” means. I guess it doesn’t matter, as Our bodies have long since become machines. Fast away the old year passes; It is time to upgrade now And to mind-meld with the masses; Teach surviving offspring how. Programme warm and glad reactions Into your vat-mates because You have heard that interactions Made this season what it was. Manufacture a mood lift at Sounds of bells that go “ding dong.” Open up the space-time rift at The beginning of this song. Merry happy winter; I’m not Sure what “winter” means. I guess it doesn’t matter, as Our bodies have long since become machines. Merry happy winter; I’m not Sure what “winter” means. I guess it doesn’t matter, as Our bodies have long since become machines. Back to Music page |