Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

Information Superhighway, crawling out around the
You go way, I'll go my way, I'm living in a different world
So useless information, meant to stultify my mind
Stifles my in this sea of humankind.

Tomorrow is day
But we are here
Trust in our and let it be

Every time that I up, I drink the potion from the cup
And I awaken this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the moment I am
time that I wake up

Cybernetic generation, all the little and boys
Virtual communication, playing with their little
Ritual without devotion, reality
Sound and vision, no emotion, psycho babble

And now sitting in the sun
comes out of the blue
Trust in our and let it be

Every time that I wake up, I the potion from the cup
And I awaken from sleep
In the moment I can see, in the moment I am
Every time I wake up

When I'm lost the beauty of a melody
A window opens and I know where I want to be
Like the sound of falling
Awakes the in my heart

Driving through Nevada City, on my way to God knows
This old town, it looks pretty, I just got to stop and stare
Lookin' at an old church steeple, it's got it could tell
In a world of people, no one ever hears the bell

is another day
But we are tonight
Trust in our and let it be

Every time that I up, I drink the potion from the cup
And I awaken this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the I am free
time that I wake up
Every that I wake up
Every time I wake up

What (or who) is left out of the picture of the world we are in when the world itself is portrayed as if nothing but "pure cybernetic processes?" And what haunts this most powerful of twentieth-century theoretical-fictions? The answer, according to Norbert Wiener, is the "evil" of chaos - the noise of disorganized forms and the entropic erosion of workable boundaries between subjects in communicative flux.

Superhighway
Crawling out the world