Chicanes of City Lights

Walking down a Blade Runner scenario. The chicane of neon lights keep sliding through my reality. Neon billboards explode with sex. The sleaze, the glamour, the decadence, I'm part of it all, I made this town. Midnight Express from Osaka to Kyoto and not forgetting Tokyo. Telephone calls without the touch of a button. Today's science fiction is in today's world. No need for the future as we've got it right here. Technological pronouncements are a thing of the past. They are here right now

See these chicanes of city lights from an aeroplane. Like a garden maze I follow through. No real memories but the fractions of time kept in a bottled mind. Yours for an unnamed price. Bargain with me. Use me. We'll see what we can come to as arrangements mean everything. The future's here, folks, we just haven't had time to fully appreciate it. The pope has told you to look back but as citizens we must move forward. We are a schizophrenic society maligned by the forces above who use us as pawns on a chessboard.

Exploding sex in neon light. A cinema screen is used to project your fantasies. A human interface has lost its appeal years ago but people refuse to move on in the belief that they are rebelling from society when in truth they are just feeding it meaty morsels. The sanctity melts into a fusion of society, film, camera, city lights. The future's here and it's on your computer file. You're vulnerable now.

These chicanes of city lights. Drive your car to twist into the night. Blend in with the scenery. You are camouflage. What no one sees, no one knows. When no one knows, no one cares. Welcome to the future, guys, it's been here all along. You just haven't realized it yet. But you will eventually. Everyone's got to learn sometimes. So just drive your car to twist into the night. Stay awake as you're missing all the fun.