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Me Myself and Iphone


How’s the line can you hear me now
I’m getting bad reception

They say these gadgets make life easier
But maybe that’s self deception

I saw seven girls walking by the other day
You’d think out to enjoy the sun and the view

Six on their phones, one with nothing to say
Or perhaps just no one to say it to

No one was listening to the ones around them
The ones who were all within reach

What’s wrong with the world is they’re all too scared
To look up, to listen, to teach

You want to say, take a look where you’re going
Give them some friendly advice

But they’re all so engaged in their digital haze
They’re obsessed with their hand held device

You see them drive by with one hand on the wheel
They’re not even watching the road

Now the only acknowledgement they give to others
Is something they call ‘manner mode’

The phone was supposed to improve communication
To get friends and family reconnected

But now they’re all in self imposed isolation
Cut off by electronic walls they’ve erected

Each generation find’s it harder to cope 
Less able to use what they’ve already got

The more man relies on his electronic tools
The machine in their heads is almost forgot


Camera, recorder, computer cell phone
These things are no match for your brain

Too much devotion to such circuit works
Would drive any person insane

It’s a superficial world that you just think is real
While the real one lies under you’re feet

It’s time to remember how to look, hear and feel
Before someone somewhere hits delete

Just try and recall how you first saw it all
Reach out to somebody nearby

They’ll never wake up until they get reconnected
To the great outlet who lives up on high

Andrew Jarvis, 2005

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