Funerals on the Moon

I know the title is weird. The lyrics of this song are weird and even the music itself is put together in a weird way, but if you're here you don't want normal, you want some Clem weirdness!

Funerals on the moon, demo download

They reached the outer limits of knowledge, Producing the unbelievable
For the parlor Humankind spread its breed through the emptiness
Spores of culture colonizing the infertile universe
Robots of artificial intelligence brought to Life
The realm of the living isn't only organic anymore

Update your mind database, there is Still one limit out there
But you CAN make it the best scene of your dream-life

Your funerals on the moon, buy your funerals on the moon.

A wire to connect you to everyone
A chip to make you think twice as fast
A friend-list that is never empty
A fridge to cook all of your favorite meals

Update your mind database, there is Still one limit out there
But you CAN make it the best scene of your dream-life

Your funerals on the moon, buy your funerals on the moon.

Yes we got pretty much all you ever need
and we even got what you'll want for your closure.
For everything is to sell, your soul, your body,
and your funerals on the moon.
Buy your funerals on the moon.

A ship to put you into orbit
To your last route we commit
Your children in the passenger seat
the last minutes of your rotting meat

We know how to reach the sun
But this ain't your destination
We're bringing you to the moon
You bought your funerals on the moon

I wrote the lyrics this summer when I was waiting in Barcelona at the airport's gate to fly back to Paris. It was 7 am and I was still a bit wasted because of a very well Mojitoed last-fiesta-before-I-go in Spain. So I was sitting there waiting for my flight. You may not know but I'm not that awesomely comfortable with the concept of getting inside a box weighting 120 tons when empty filled with hundreds of liters of highly flammable fuel with a couple of guys who sit in the front hoping to fly the thing using an incredibly complex board designed by aliens for aliens (some call this a plane). Scientists say it will fly because of the design of its wings and the power of its engines, but really it sounds crazy to me.

Then I started thinking about the future, how all of this will evolve, the airports, transportations, people. It seemed to me that the 2010 guy is much more different compared to the 1990 guy than the 2010 plane compared to the 1990 one. I mean, nowadays lots of people are obsessed with twitting their boring lives (which are getting longer thanks to science, what's the goal? longer boredom?) and hunting for crispy nasty secrets in their friend's facebook pictures. You gotta have 900 friends on Myspace or you are a looser, but hey you already are a looser because you are on MySpace and that website is so old (more that 5 years!). Of course you can build real friendships while facing life and death situations in the depths of a dungeon in World of Warcraft, the kind of friendship that if you die in front of your computer someone will eventually notice that "GonzoTheGreat" level 56 orc (what a noob!) didn't login for the last 5 days.

I'm not being original here, what I think is that we are getting physically disconnected to our fellow human beings and dependent to pieces of hardware that are closer and closer to our bodies and will at last be directly integrated in ourselves so we can be continually conscious of the updates of our followed RSS feeds and stuff.

Humanity will eventually evolve to a cyborg race just to be virtually connected with friends & work, which both will be virtual. That was my conclusion.

Then being a cyborg means being technology enhanced. It will probably mean having tons of nanorobots in our body, reorganizing our cells, optimizing our neuronal paths making us cunningly fast thinkers, and more or less immortal. What would be the effects of virtual friendships to a mind after 4 centuries of real loneliness, trapped in perfect bodies and in a society where you got it all without an effort?

Alright, no drinks for me.