الكلمات
اختر حتى ستة أسطر لتصنع بطاقة.
spoken:
“AI says Thiel could argue Lin’s actually romantic.”
spoken:
“‘This artist, with all his style, looked at my empire of capital and code and concluded it was so total and unassailable that the only response they had left was to write a grotesque, surreal ‘pop’ song about my face. I’ve won so completely in the material realm that I’ve driven my critics into the domain of schoolyard metaphysical insults. That is the ultimate compliment.’”
spoken:
“Eight billion humans on Earth think Peter Thiel’s surveillance apparatus is tacky.”
spoken:
“‘Stop talking duhr-ty to me, Colson.’”
They say spottin’ patterns that weren’t put there by man
Is like pearin’ apples with oranges
(“It’s just a ‘language game’ that verbal intelligence plays…”)
They call apples “Greek gods” and meek sheeple “oranges”
Elites say: “Apples speak Greek”
Oranges, just stay orange: just go mingle with the other oranges…
And I say, hey! Them apple fields are gon’ feel fiend on ya
And they’re gon’ feed on ya (“What?”) apple-philia (“Pluck”)
I spy—Georgian eyes
My, my, my
But maybe it’s just my “apophenia”…
I never know what my apps are seein’ in ya
They say spyin’ matters that weren’t seeded by gays
Is like pearin’ apples with oranges
(“Parousia’s just an ‘IQ scandal’ that Palantir can play…”)
They call apples “the winners” and freaks and geeks “oranges”
Elites say: “Orange is pipsqueak”
Apples, go be apples, just go breed with those other gallivanters…
And I say, hey! Them apple fields aren’t gon’ feel fiend on ya?
Aren’t oranges all eventually gon’ feed on ya (“Huh?”) apple-philia? (“Fuck”)
I spy—Palantirian eyes
My, my, my
But maybe it’s just my “apophenia”…
I never know what my pats are seein’ in ya
Dong, dong, ding-along-da-long-long (boom boom boom)
It’s “World War Noon”
Dong, dong, ding-along-da-long-long (boom boom boom)
It’s “No More Zoom”
’less you “reason is God, no violence, end slavery”
The shit outta the century (“Dong, dong, ding-along-da-long-long”)
Boom boom boom (“Reason is God, no violence, end slavery”)
The shit outta this century
Dong, dong, ding-along-da-long-long (boom boom boom)
The shit outta this century
Dong, dong, ding-along-da-long-long (boom boom boom)
The shit outta this century
And I say, hey! Them apple fields are gon’ feel fiend on ya
All the apples are gon’ start to squeal on ya (“What?”) apple-philia (“Fuck!”)
I spy—tyranny’s eyes
My, my, my
But maybe it’s just my apophenia
I never know what Ophelia’s sellin’ in China
And I say, hey! (“Hey!”) Them apple fields are gon’ build beans on ya
And all the apples are gon’ to comin’ feed on ya (“Huh?”) apple-philia (“Fuck!”)
I spy—tyranny’s eyes
My, my, my
But maybe it’s just my apophenia
I never know what Orwell’s been sellin’ in China…
Dong, dong, ding-along-da-long-long (boom boom boom)
It’s apophenia
Dong, dong, ding-along-da-long-long (boom boom boom)
It’s apophenia
Dong, dong, ding-along-da-long-long (boom boom boom)
It’s apophenia…
حدّد أسطرًا لمشاركتها. يمكنك تحديد 6 أسطر كحد أقصى. تنقّل بين الأسطر بمفاتيح الأسهم، واضغط المسافة للتحديد، وShift مع الأسهم لتحديد نطاق، وEscape لمسح التحديد.
