Content Nausea Lyrics - Sunbathing Animal/content Nausea - Parquet Courts

Content nausea, World War Four 

Seems like it all came too soon 

Another carnage apparatus 

Such a dissapointing doom 

I've used money, I've used drugs 

Abuse body, abuse mind 

People use such strange excuses 

Always have done no clue why 

Most folks think and some folks know 

Life's lived least when you don't let go 

Of a memory, of a dream 

Like an hometown better seen 

On a screen or at a distance 

Life lived best without resistance 

People clicked and people read 

'Modern Life' is what it said 

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Pretty pictures, pretty lives 

I peered into once or twice 

I'll go back but not today 

It's nice to visit but it's hard to stay 

In the grips of bad dimension 

Too much data, too much tension 

Too much plastic, Too much glass 

Life lived least when when fears are passed 

My friend he won't leave his home 

Says 'I am a bonfire of human bones' 

I am a bonfire of human bones 

I am a bonfire of human bones 

And am I under some spell? 

And do my thoughts belong to me? 

Or just some slogan I ingested to save time? 

This night is missing people 

Photos 

The sea, it had no-one 

Hardly no-one, it had shapes, it had light 

Some were flashing, most moved 

Me, I couldn't look away 

But still no-one came or left they just stayed 

But they weren't there in the first place 

Overpopulated by nothing, crowded by a sparseness 

Guided by darkness, too much, not enough 

Content, that's what you'd call it 

An infant screaming in every room in your gut 

Bets strum on an intention but best left unattended 

How gathered the pixels in the dust of the digital age to our being 

With what do I wash? 

Put on some music 

My friend walks the same path every day 

Steep the stairwell, cognizance to coma 

Ignoring best he can 

An inconvenient reality 

The consequential chore that unfolds in the naked sprint from screen to screen 

Scrolling binary ghettos for escape for reminders 

And this would be a good idea to free poets 

From the back padding dungeons of content and comments 

To free artists from empty and vulgar broadcasting ritual 

For this year it became harder to be tender 

Harder and harder to remember 

Meeting a friend, writing a letter 

Being lost, antique ritual 

All lost to the ceremony of progress 

Like the sensual organs removed 

They're only weighing you down, you didn't need them 

Ignore this part, it's an advertisement 

These people are famous, I'd trust them 

Protesters stayed home this time around 

Some enlisted, some never heard the first shots 

Well I've been north and I've been south 

I've been west and I've been east 

Been around long enough to know 

Life's lived best when scrolling least 

Just a broken piece of plastic 

Just another new device 

Just another nervous habit 

One more thing you have to buy 

Just one more thing to replace 

One more way to block your face 

Too much data, Too much tension 

Life's lived least when less is mentioned 

Wasting dollars, wasting hours 

Wasting talent with wasted power 

No one says it but it's known 

The more connected, the more alone 

My friend stays at the home in the dark 

Never walks up to the park 

Always nauseous, always tired 

I am a landmine, wrong supplier 

I am a landmine