Fellow netbots–please help me match some or all of this music to the lyrics below.
No prizes will be given. But you would have braggin rights as co-song-writer–if, indeed, ANY song lies between these notes and these words….
Fellow netbots–please help me match some or all of this music to the lyrics below.
No prizes will be given. But you would have braggin rights as co-song-writer–if, indeed, ANY song lies between these notes and these words….
Rode me down Statz-Platz.
Search hotels I could dwell in.
Linking the hyper– up to all th’-nets
Search-engine’s set to find digital gets.
My i-Pad‘s gone hay-wire;
M’laptop‘s on hold;
My back-up’s still Fire-wire;
I’m grabbin’ coins gold;
My brain’s in some Cloud;
My hotspot’s too cold;
And your ring-tone‘s too loud
If your version’s too old.
Rode me down Statz-Platz.
Look’d in Windows—real-time—
Left my ride, going Hands-Free to
Truck’d down the Ave.s— Pod’s ear-buds thrummin’
Both m’lungs breathing
In all of that Analog air.
My i-Pad‘s gone hay-wire;
M’laptop‘s on hold;
My back-up’s still Fire-wire;
I’m grabbin’ coins gold;
My brain’s in some Cloud;
My hotspot’s too cold;
And your ring-tone‘s too loud
If your version’s too old.
-Xper Dunn Jan. 6th, 2013