While they scream for acceleration We choose a different path No more cosmic education We'll find our own math Turn off every gifted circuit Shut down every given light If we didn't earn it Then it- it isn't right They can keep their tablets Keep their cosmic gifts We'll go back to grass and gravel Back to continental drifts Analog resistance We'll develop on our own Analog resistance From the earth and stone Every shortcut that they gave us Made us weak and small Analog resistance We reject it all Let the others beg for handouts We'll build with our own hands No more cosmic bail-outs Just earth and sea and sand Maybe we'll move slower Maybe we'll fail and fall But we'll be the grower Not the grown at all They can keep their tablets Keep their cosmic gifts We'll go back to grass and gravel Back to continental drifts Analog resistance We'll develop on our own Analog resistance From the earth and stone Every shortcut that they gave us Made us weak and small Analog resistance We reject it all Not from fear or anger Not from foolish pride But to know we're stronger Than the gifts they provide Human dignity requires That we find our way Light our own fires Live our own day Analog resistance This is who we choose to be Analog resistance Truly, deeply free Every gift they tried to give us We respectfully recall Analog resistance We'll stand or fall By our own hands... On our own feet... Our own plans... Our own beat...
