Analog - Whitney Rose

I don’t want instant packaged

I want made at home

I don’t want advertisements on my telephone

Don’t want formal letters, robo calls

Big box shopping malls

Digitally remastered

Formatted to fit your TV

I want analog

Analog, baby

I don’t want it manufactured

Home on wheels

I want a lazy river

I can cool my heels

Don’t want junk mail

Total waste

One dollar jukebox plays

Congratulations, you’ve been selected randomly

I want analog

Analog, baby

I don’t want living room

From rooms with

Your MSG and your GMOs

Keep your touch tunes

Your Spotify

I want to hear that

Don’t need a photograph

I’d rather have the memory

I want analog

Analog, baby

Now I’m not down on it just because it’s new

But in gaining a little

We’ve lost something too

When you’re climbing in bed

A phone in your face

It feels like you’re light years away from this place

We work like machines

In some sci-fi fantasy

I want analog

Analog, baby

I want analog

Analog, baby