Subcutaneous Facebook Blues

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.

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"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