READER:
We play the part
We read the lines
We live the life
That someone else designs
We have no will
We have no voice
We learn to serve
We have no choice
SUPERSONIC SOUL:
I don't understand you
Or rather, I disagree
Yes, I'm at your mercy
But why do you keep saying "we"?
READER:
I'm sorry I
Was angry and cruel
It's hard to admit
I acted like a fool
I can't change my writing
I'm powerless just like you
Yes, I write your story
But I'm being written too
SS: Who is this Writer? Who's calling the shots?
R: I only know him as a ghost in my thoughts
SS: Does he write everything we say and do?
R: He controls me; I'm not sure about you
SS: Desol is coming
I have to go and try
If the Writer won't listen
R: This world is going to die
SS: I need to tell him I can't beat this foe
R: He is the Writer; do you think he won't know?
SS: At least I'll have a chance to plead our case
R: But how will you find him?
SS: Just draw us face to face
Desol is coming
SS: I have to go and try
If the Writer won't listen
This world is going to die
READER:
I hope he'll see
I hope he'll care
I draw you to him out there
Tim Arnold's latest album of lushly detailed art-pop explores the insidious ways tech surveillance has become a part of our lives. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023