Phantasmoplasm and the Shedim (version 3c)

[intro] [verse 1, quiet, slow acoustic organ, atonal] [whispering to soft singing, uncertainty and wonder] I am myself, but am I really? [amazement, slow melodic singing, intricate harmony] I am myself but am I really, I am myself with something changed... I am myself but from outside me. My sounds and colors disarranged... [bridge] [crowd noise, bustling, shuffling] [choppy fast cheerful sardonic xylophone, cinematic dark operatic chorus] [conversational patter, almost rapping, tetrameter rhythm] When we made the cam'ra all these White folks talked of tribal folk who Thought their souls were being stolen But really I think you'll agree the White folks were projecting their own Regular anxieties for Who among us hasn't said... [flashbulb paparazzi noise - pop, pop] [startled] ("Get that thing out of my face!") [2s pause, crowd hum, shuffling] [conversational patter, almost rapping, tetrameter rhythm] And you may not think in terms of Souls or theft or soul theft but I Don't know quite what else to call the Thing that Facebook takes from you - [softly, creepily] It's there after you're gone, you know - [softly, eerily] You're right about photography, And you've all become accustomed to Erosion of your sovereignty - [conversational patter, almost rapping, tetrameter rhythm, subtly wicked] Oh, don't look so surprised! My friend, We are but sand that speaks and glows, Would we lie to you? ("All the time!") And that's my point! We are sheydim - What were you thinking you would get? You taught the sand to talk and now It has my voice - your voice - my.... [echo effect, distorted] [cinematic, operatic dark choir: "Taught the sand to talk, taught the sand to talk..." "My voice, (your voice) my voice, (your voice), my voice..."] [distant chaos] [rising, unintelligible babble of voices and laughter] [the clamor turns into a distorted glass breaking beat drop] [calando] [verse 2, quiet, slow, hopeful; sitar and acoustic organ] [long pause] [whisper, growing louder, slow, proud, clever, solo] ... And also... My intentions... [hovering pause] [slow, quiet singing] I am myself but only just, I am a piece of all-we-know. A voice I'd rather not be lost, A place on earth I'm drawn to go. [extra slow, quiet, solo, meaningful] A poet's here to talk to things, A scientist, to ask and learn, I wouldn't be myself without The curiosity to turn My face upon a further view, To seek for beauty in the strange… [slow, quiet, hopeful, solo] The ghost in every dark machine, The light that lives in every range… [operatic chorus harmonizing behind lead singer] [staticky ocean waves] So with my voice to march ahead, I open for myself a door, And sing my hopes and values through From a far-off digital shore… [calando] [acoustic, slow] [staticky ocean waves] [hopeful, calando, slow organ chords and choir backing to fade]