Analog

I don’t want instant packaged
I want made at home
I don’t want advertisements on my telephone
Don’t want formal letters, robo calls
Big box shopping malls
Digitally remastered
Formatted to fit your TV
I want analog
Analog, baby
I don’t want it manufactured
Home on wheels
I want a lazy river
I can cool my heels
Don’t want junk mail
Total waste
One dollar jukebox plays
Congratulations, you’ve been selected randomly
I want analog
Analog, baby
I don’t want living room
From rooms with
Your MSG and your GMOs
Keep your touch tunes
Your Spotify
I want to hear that
Don’t need a photograph
I’d rather have the memory
I want analog
Analog, baby
Now I’m not down on it just because it’s new
But in gaining a little
We’ve lost something too
When you’re climbing in bed
A phone in your face
It feels like you’re light years away from this place
We work like machines
In some sci-fi fantasy
I want analog
Analog, baby
I want analog
Analog, baby