My Time - Roberto Cacciapaglia

Stored on the shelves of my memory

my thoughts are in perfect array

My life runs smooth like a highway

billboards show me the way

My way of life has the glamour

of an artificial neon ad

I need overwhelming information

for a complete shopping list

Acrylic colours oscillate my eyes

when I walk down a drugstore aisle

Stored on the shelves of my memory

my thoughts are in perfect array

I learn do it yourself cybernetics

while I’m jogging on a rolling tray

I love my weekends in the pure air

on the heights of the Eiffel tower

My time my time I love my time

My time has something more

My time’s the best there’s ever been

My time I love my time

Thank you my time

My life runs smooth like a highway

billboards show me the way

My love stories have the flavour

of a swiss made digital watch

When I have to know what to love

I recall my stored data

Doctor Einstein we’re going supernova

There’s not a single thing that you can do

My time my time I love my time

My time has something more

My time’s the best there’s ever been

My time I love my time

Thank you my time

My thoughts are still like a photo

in the hall of a Hilton Hotel

My reflex actions are mechanized

like japanese camera tourists

happily milling in Bloomingdales

shooting at beautiful symbols

My time my time I love my time

My time has something more

My time’s the best there’s ever been

My time I love my time

Thank you my time