LIFE OF PHONE

It used to be that home was home and a phone was but a phone
Now that the phone’s my home I don’t feel so alone
It doesn’t cut as deep, I don’t feel as incomplete
When I’m texting and I’m tweeting on the phone
Potentially elsewhere, anytime and anywhere
When face to face a call comes in, you go to mute
Even when there is no ring, my cellular plaything
Says you’re second-best till you and I reboot
If you thought you were important, think again

I’ve been going to great pains to avoid the growing pains
Of relationships involving humankind
Conversations I don’t miss, they were always hit or miss
Empathy is not my natural frame of mind
I’m just not the feeling kind, I’d rather not if you don’t mind
But on Twitter I am sure we’d get along
Busy fingers, busy minds, I’m happy here on the sideline
Where if you ask too much, it’s easy to decline
A little less than human, I don’t mind

The truth’s not always kind, but my machinery doesn’t mind
It works even when nothing really should
Go through the motions, play the part
I’ll make believe with each new start
That everything missing will come to me
Even though it makes no sense
It helps my confidence to think someone out there might really care
And since a life of disruption is immune to disruption
There’s little chance I’ll find there’s no one there
As long as I stay busy, who would care?

My Facebook page will stay upbeat even when I’m in defeat
No need to lie or make a phony alibi
My smiling face is all you’ll get
Even if you don’t like it I can leave you without ever saying why
If it wasn’t sad it would be funny that those making the money
Spend their time meeting real people in the flesh
Conceiving of more ways for us to go our separate ways
Connecting more but meaning even less
At least for some it’s working, that’s my guess

“He’s Not Heavy, He’s My Brother”
That song was written in another time when people had too much time on their hands
And not as many choices for drowning out the voices
I’m too afraid to hear when I’m alone
I’ll add you and you add me
I’ll friend you and you friend me
It costs so little, it’s a riddle, heaven knows
So little cost financially and even less emotionally
When it’s free it doesn’t matter, I suppose
(Like music, right?)
Would I like you if I met you? I don’t know.
Would I like you if I met you? Probably not.
Would I like you if I met you? It’s better not to know.

Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002