“Future Shock”

Been listening a lot lately to a hip hop artist out of Minneapolis named Sims.  His solo record “Bad Time Zoo” recently dropped and it is really exceptional.  Not only does it make you want to get your ass out on the dance floor (and I don’t dance, well, I don’t dance well…), but it also makes you think.  The bulk of the lyrics on his new album are mostly critical of today’s society and how we all are tumbling into a technologically desensitized black hole.  But rather than play into the hands of the completely annoying “FML” faction of today’s society, it offers glimmers of hope through out.  And because it is written well, it comes across as more of a dialogue than being preachy.  It’s one of those “wake-up call” albums that meshes raw and polished talent with a well timed message.

Having seen him live, I can honestly say that the message isn’t a marketing ploy, it’s from genuine concern.

His opening track on Bad Time Zoo meshes well with my much-documented love-hate relationship with technology.  It’s called “Future Shock” and I heartily recommend giving it (and the rest of the album) a listen. It’s really, really well done.  You can stream (as well as purchase) the entire album from his bandcamp site found here: http://sims.bandcamp.com/album/bad-time-zoo

Future Shock

I was born in 82
about the time of the Cold War flu
born when the world was small
before we connected the zoo
look at the way we grew
dropped the borders but we kept the walls
the things we made to pull us close push us all
we hear the ring but screen the calls
so close we could almost touch
but so far we don’t speak on the bus
so close I can almost see your breath
but so far I can’t hear your words
I don’t go a day without a button pressed
the years go by in a blur
it’s the time of plenty, inbox full
so why do I feel so goddamn empty?
but look at how connected we are
the whole globe at your fingertips
speed the pace it’s an instant fix
Space Age but I feel boxed in
and it’s wide open
and I’m dying to know
why I feel disconnected
am I dreaming demons, alienated
or do I just get what I expected?
they say it’s greed that keeps people turning
feeds the lonely and the beasts of burden
East of Eden but at least we’re earning
the ice is melting and the trees are burning
reporters all say it’s all but lost
and all we can do is watch
so I walk with my shoulders dropped
watch these blocks stack up with stores
is this what we’re working for?
filling that hole with goods, what’s good?
but the chokehold ain’t local no more
it’s global and closing its doors
it ain’t about right or wrong
what side you’re on
but the things we traded
how many sights for many sights
how is your life?
I was born in 82 but I live in 2000 and now
all the things I thought I knew
turns out they were never around
and all the people I met today
well, they all the same feeling that emptiness
fill it up with Fendi till the trendiness fades
then throw that thing away
I want the one with the new features
until the next one out then
bury it a little deeper
add on to that man-made mountain
you could have it all, the campaign touting
the cars and the champagne fountain
but that pool’s only deep enough to sink
but these fools don’t even stop to think
they just want that bubbly
now they spilling on you
ain’t that lovely?
what a mess since they jumped in
now they scream save me, save me to the public
but we barely know the subject
we’re all out doing for us
in so far, so far in fact
so near so packed we don’t speak on the bus
loss of love, loss of mind
loss of love, loss of mind
running out of time
loss of love, loss of mind
loss of love, loss of mind
damn near out of time

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