It's hard to sit and listen to you list your fears
about old dears becoming, 'oh dears' and 'who are you?'
Son. Daughter. Beyond our ken. Laughter covering absence peals away
arousing suspicion that there's really nothing going on inside anyway.

Super Computer.
Data lost.
Files corrupted.
Memory banks ruptured.
Execute 'repeat and fade'.
Repeat and fade.
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This reminded me of the film Alphaville. I really think it could have and should have been elaborated more though. There's so much behind the idea, and I can tell that elaborating on it can go in every direction, but I just wished it was constructed in a more accessible way, as in, first stanza, something in the middle to personalise it a bit, or at least feature a more precise aspect, and then the last stanza.

I guess I just wanted more out of this, but I really liked the potential I saw in this. Maybe it's good that it leaves room to think and feel, but a little bit more couldn't hurt.

This is not a pipe
I love this. It's choppy sounding and raw. I like the tone, I imagine to be kinda frenetic. I really wish I could elaborate more, but I don't have much to say, other than it's great.
If you'd like to check out my "Public Broadcast Syndrome" that would be swell:

I'm guessing someone close to you has alzheimers? That sucks.
Very well written if a bit bizzare. I can't quite get an idea of any melody that this would go with, but I'm sure you've thought of something. Very nice.

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one of the best, educated and logical posts I've ever seen on UG in the Pit. Well done good sir.
This is very articulate, well done indeed. Congrats you are a Psycho Approved Lyricist (PCL).