Pigface Binary Stream Lyrics:
This is a tale spun straight out of my binary
core. This is a vision of my world seen through
membranous eyes. This is the oceans filled with
technicolor nuclear fish, their mutated metal
scales riveted together, glowing iridescent in the
pitch-dark depths deep below the steel-belted
skies. This is a 122,000 line, dense pixel-field,
million-gig of escalators ascending and descending
endlessly, shuttling through soaring
mega-monuments of tinted glass, mingling
subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels,
underground walkways and maintenance channels,
forming a sprawling interconnected warren of damp
floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless
humanity, clogged arteries slowly choking and
dying, packed and swarming at all hours with
sweating hoards, sightless and colourless, moving
by program alone. This is grey skies dense with a
patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines
that score the sky, that's how you know this is a
major nexus. Mid-air collisions flash across the
firmament in angry oranges and hot-white black
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smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage.
This is the unfamiliar sky gone faceless once
again. The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly,
static coloured the same way every day, all day
long until it gives over to a burning, jaundiced
yellow night, limp and heavy with moisture,
keening with sirens and shouting alarms. This is
the night air, a foul, backed-up drain, its water
slick with oil and plastic and flotsam. This is my
poisonous world, endlessly dripping from up above,
outlined in chalk from below. Guard in Heaven
patrols the electrified fences. The world is over
heated by the mass of televisions and microwave
ovens and radio waves and com-sats strung like
fuse-burned Christmas lights overhead. Millions of
broadcast waves breaking over the globe. We've
burned the wings off of angels with our molten
heat mobile phones and laptops cross-jamming
each-other's frequencies, shuddering, juddering,
shivering activity. Everything is moving so fast
that if you stand still on the metal-plate
platforms you can feel the vibration of tectonic
motion. Safety locks, bolting and unbolting in the
flow, the hissing of their decompression keeps me
awake at night. It's the sound of blood passing
through the fibrous veins of the world. It's the
vibration of information in quantum growth. It's
the sound of thought reaching light speed. It's
the loneliest sound I've ever heard.
Lyrics: Binary Stream, Pigface [end]