Subcutaneous Facebook Blues
When it comes to the algorithms seeking our attention, you still don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
"Subterranean Homesick Blues"
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in a trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out, kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
A man in a coon-skin cap
In a pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
Look out, kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plainclothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.
Ah, get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is gonna sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hanging 'round the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool is
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
And watch the parkin' meters.
Ah, get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.
Written By: Bob Dylan, 1965
"Subcutaneous Facebook Blues"
Penny press replacement,
Hawkin’ patent medicine,
Journalist debasement,
Overhauling covenants,
The men in Manhattan,
Preachers, paid off,
Says they’ve got a new law,
Penned by David Sarnoff
Lie for quid,
Sensations for bid,
Sun sets then,
They’ll be doin’ it again,
We wired Bells cross the countryside,
Radios and ad-men,
A Ma and a Pa popped up,
With a big pen,
Blasting waves into the hills,
On AM and FM...
Draper took shortcuts
Broadcastin’ new smut,
Madison is clean-cut
Sharks slingin’ rotgut
But TV meets halfway
Cronkite’s says what many say
‘Till shills fill the cathode ray,
Back in church on Sunday.
Look out Ed,
It’s Carson instead,
Watch cable break news,
Hot takes, cold views,
Racin’ to the bottom, choose
Some talkin’ points and interviews
See execs shmooze,
Pundits pay dues,
Keep up with Kardashians,
Reality is fake feuds.
So, build app, scale well,
Product’s free, data sells,
Youtube, mobile cells,
And try to cancel AOL
Bombard vanguards,
Facebook thumbnails,
Upscale retail,
Donald Trump and epic fails,
Lookout kid,
You’re getting outbid,
By rumors, tweeters
Rich end-users,
Gawker sued by Peter,
Guys building Google
Are selling ads to new fools,
Buy Kindle readers
And watch your Uber meters.
So old scorn, new porn,
Finance, implants, cash advance,
Invest, get stressed,
Build your app for iOS,
Pitch her, pitch him, arm twist,
Grow base, persist,
20 million upvotes
And they put you on the watch list,
Lookout Jed,
You’re being misled
Better fall down a clickhole,
Buy yourself a wearable,
Don’t get canceled,
Just be insubstantial
Don’t let your brain go numb
To Meta outcomes,
Surveillance works
‘Cause the scandal’s been mishandled...
Written By: "Weird Ev" Coopersmith & AE Studio
"Subterranean Homesick Blues"
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in a trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out, kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
A man in a coon-skin cap
In a pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
Look out, kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plainclothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.
Ah, get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is gonna sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hanging 'round the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool is
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
And watch the parkin' meters.
Ah, get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.
Written By: Bob Dylan, 1965
