A generation of memories, recorded on magnetic tape Good moments to savour, and bad ones to escape. Static-y audio and dull palettes that bled, All fading away on a format that’s dead.
Your life painstakingly recorded so you can remember it always, On cheap tape that rots on a shelf, and no longer plays. Temporary technology meant the recordings don’t last So all of our VHS memories have been left in the past.
As more times passes, your youth becomes harder to recall And now there’s no proof you had a childhood at all.
Ghosts are always watching, when you are asleep In your private moments, they’ll spy and they’ll creep
Some are your relatives, being disappointed with all that you do Some are complete strangers who simply enjoy watching you.
They whisper in your ears, helping nightmares haunt your dreams They remind you of your failings, turning whispers into screams They try to absorb your soul, inhaling all of your precious air So you wake up feeling defeated, and just say “I don’t care”.
But while you’re never alone, and the ghosts are watching all Don’t ever let them ever make you feel insignificant or small They’re just jealous that you’re alive, since they aren’t any more So laugh in their ghostly faces, and make them watch you snore.
There once was a girl who lived on the bottom of the sea Born with gills in her neck, it’s the only place she felt free Swimming and floating, to be left alone was her wish Living a peaceful life amidst the coral and fish.
But growing up on dry land, they called her “The Wretched Gill Girl” Cruel people kept her in a cage, and sneers and jeers they would hurl She endured their mockery and laughter, so jealous and petty Until she escaped from her prison, and dove off the jetty.
Bidding the surface world “adieu”, she made a new life for herself Formed a country of her own, deep between the continental shelf Leaving those awful folks behind, she has no more reason to frown And when the ice caps finally melt, she can watch them all drown. :-)