I wrote this as a counterpoint to the hassles of the digital age. I’d like to think there is still opportunity to escape the madness of the big city.
This is my album version. Yes there is deep irony here, using a.i to make the music for my words.
Simon Mogridge very kindly did this version of it but we changed the words around a bit so here are both versions
Analogue World
Another fine day in the city
ain’t it such a pity
I’m tied up an internet slave
I’m always on call
phone umbilical
You text me saying
hey lets escape
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My boss talks 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 slowly insane
–
Wanna see blue sky
Need to feel alive
Give the world a high five
I’m coming with you girl!
Back to an analogue world
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Money is King when nothing else matters
Got more suits than I got good friends
I’m stuck up on a ladder
I can’t seem to ever descend
Bad news more booze
Must win can’t lose
Need something to infuse the day
You woke to sunshine
Nothing on your mind
Free of the concrete cage
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I wanna see blue sky
Need to feel alive
Do more than just survive
I’m coming with you girl
Back to an analogue world
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Late night ride to the countryside
just me and you and Booboo bear
It’s 10 hours upstate
But we can sleep til late
And I can finally grow my hair
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Wanna see blue sky
Need to feel alive
Give the world a high five
I’m coming with you girl!
Back to an analogue world
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Emmy-Lou on my turntable
I put the needle in the groove
Vinyl’s gonna see us right
We cut the fibre cable last night
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We gotta an old clock
Slow time
Letterbox
Landline
Back roads
back beat
Red dirt
Dry heat
Old house
No bus
No plane
We’re riding bikes not trains
Copyright: Rod de Lisle
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OLDER VERSIONS BELOW.
VERSION TWO
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
–
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
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
–
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
–
-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
