Sounds Familliar

I woke up this evening inspired with the lyric:

His name is Leo and he dances with the band

Which if nothing else tells you something of how my mind works, and that I've been listening to Duran Duran.

In vaguely similar vein I wrote a rap song in 2002, with the idea of a stream of lyrics composed entirely of quotations, fragments and references to other songs and pieces of popular culture. The result was Riverrun (Part 1).

Part 2 may be finished sometime soon, but I've more or less finished rewriting Part 1. Here is what it looks like at the moment:

Riverrun (Part 1)

Riverrun, the world in a grain of sand
I am not a number, I'm the man with the movie cam
It's a lot like life, life is a cabaret
Let there be light, god is a dj
The world is not flat, there's no code in Da Vinci
Elvis is a dead dog, so is democracy
The video word made flesh, he is risen
Is this the real life? It's only television

Language is a virus, the universe is made of string
It's like pornography, better than the real thing
Towards a hermenutics of postmodern vanity
Edge of darkness, age of nuclear insanity
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Outside refugees are making rumbles in the jungle
Brown girl in the ring, Russia's greatest love machine
Jack your body you're a clone zone scene queen

Doctor in the tardis, Sauron in his dark tower
Age comes with wisdom, youth is a sweet flower
One is all that you can score when two tribes go to war
Understanding is a three edged sword
Bug powder dust and mugwump jism
Get educated, march with anticapitalism
What's the meaning of life? is there life on red mars?
Touch the monolith, my got it's full of stars

Hear the breaking glass, crash in the underpass
Shiny piece of leather, princess of people's hearts
Here in my car I feel more human than human
Welcome to the real world, Mr Truman
On the hour, jam today, have your cake and fake it
Don't know what i want but i know how to take it
Sapphire, steel, reassigned, the emporer has a new mind
Psycho killer, we are vain, we are blind

Peace and junk and drums, no bridge over troubled water
Every revolution has more than one daughter
Hardcore, you know the score, nature is a whore
Socialism, barbarism, the choice is yours

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