I wrote this as a counter-action to the hassles of the digital age. Simon Mogridge very kindly did this version of it but we changed the words around a bit so here are both versions

V1

Another fine day in the city, ain’t it such a pity

Working hard as an internet slave

I’m always on call, phone is umbilical

My girl is saying “lets escape”

My boss is talking of promotion

Dependent on devotion

I’m getting tired of playing this game

Day in day out, there ain’t no doubt

It’s driving me insane

PC

Wanna see blue sky

Need to feel alive

Do more than just survive

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BACK TO AN ANALOGUE WORLD

BACK TO AN ANALOGUE WORLD

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V2

Money is King, when nothing else matters

Got more suits than I got good friends

The world is getting madder

Stuck up on a ladder

I can’t seem to descend

Bad news, less booze

Must win, not lose

Need something to infuse the day

Wake up to sunshine, nothing on our minds

Free of this concrete cage

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PC

Wanna see blue sky

Need to feel alive

Do more than just survive

–

Ch

BACK TO AN ANALOGUE WORLD

BACK TO AN ANALOGUE WORLD

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Bridge

Late night just me and me girl

We can sleep ‘til late 

And I can grow my hair 

V3 

I wanna get back to a simple life

Living like I should be, in an unplugged house on a hill

Lift the arm on my player

Vinyl’s gonna help me forget who’s paying the bills

No work/life imbalance breaking the alliance between me and my acoustic guitar

Back roads, back beat

Red dirt, dry heat and nothing ever seems too hard

Block out the white noise

Let our sails unfurl

Take  me and my girl

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BACK TO AN ANALOGUE WORLD

BACK TO AN ANALOGUE WORLD

Copyright : Rod de Lisle / Simon Mogridge

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VERSION ONE.

Another fine day in Vine Cincinnati

Working as an internet slave

Even on-call at the bar on Saturday

Phone umbilical,

keeps me clinical

No booze, gotta behave

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-PC-

Sundays used to be my day of leisure

Get outside and feel alive

But I’m at home catching up on my projects

Keep on doing,

my best to survive

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-Chorus-

I wanna go back

to a simple life

To my unplugged house in the hills

Lift the arm on the old record player

And forget who’s gonna

Pay all the bills

My electric guitar is left in the car

I’ll play acoustic on the porch

Take me away from the digital jungle

Take me back to an analogue world

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The moneys great,

but not my love life

I’ve got nice suits, but not one real friend

World is getting madder

I’m stuck up a ladder,

I can’t seem to descend

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My boss phones up with talk of promotion

But I jump in my car without thinking why

I turn up the sound

Then head out of town

Driving west into the fiery red sky

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II wanna go back

to a simple life

To my unplugged house in the hills

Lift the arm on the old record player

And forget who’s gonna

Pay all the bills

My electric guitar is left in the car

I’ll play acoustic on the porch

Take me away from the digital jungle

Take me back to an analogue world

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-Bridge-

I’m gonna tell my boss

I don’t want that promotion

I’m gonna shout to the world

I don’t wanna stay there

I’m gonna get away from devil devices

I’m gonna take only books

And grow my hair

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Take me away from the digital jungle

Take me back to an analogue world