Finished in September of 2019
Kraftwerk
By Zac Langridge
We come dressed in suits and ties
All red and black
We appreciate its uniformity, its simplicity
Yet we don’t show it
We’re the bridge between flesh and metal
A fusion of blood and wire
We’re the bridge between present and future
Fortune tellers glimpsing into your destiny
We see straight lines, we hear minimalism
We smell radiation, we taste champagne
We talk to machines, we communicate through airwaves
We embrace the warm coldness of your lives
We don’t talk, don’t elaborate
We’re punctual and straight forward
No interaction
We appear, deliver our messages, and then vanish
Once we were man, now we’re machine
When once we talked, now we say ‘Nein’
Once we were four, now we’re one
Once we were identities, now we’re an idea
We are the robots, tuning into the melody
She’s a model, who we call up from time to time
Neon lights shimmering in rendezvous of computer love
The Tour de France and the Autobahn
We are Kraftwerk
No comments:
Post a Comment