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Our original EP from 2000 is out of print so today I'm posting the title track which became a favourite of Australia all Over listeners for a few years.
If only I'd called it 'The Internet Song'. It is on a couple of Macca's compilation albums, including Macca's Top 100..
The sentiments are the same today, even if modems no longer squeal.
lyrics
Courting the Net (c) 1999 Bob Wilson
My love is on the Internet, again,
he says he’ll come to bed soon, but he never tells me when;
he’s out there surfing somewhere, with imaginary friends,
he’s a little fish in a big pond, dot com au at the end.
My love is on the Internet, a-gain,
I fear some horny Geek Girl is messing with his brain;
for the net’s an open sewer and he’s peering down the drain,
printing out the porn page as I sing this sweet refrain.
Why won’t you come to bed with me,
We could Yahoo all night long for free,
And make a real connection if we try.
but every time I hear that modem squeal
Like a lover’s cry that’s not quite real
I put a bookmark in my paperback
And think about the things I lack
And dream about a Real Time guy
My love is on the Internet, again,
I wish he’d kept his motorbike, we had more in common then,
but he’s moved away from maintenance and he’s given up on Zen;
now he follows the money markets and the fortunes of the Yen.
The Information Highway is an easy road to be on
Kerouac could have travelled it without ever leaving home;
It’s like a message in a bottle, swept up on the sand,
But there’s a million bottles on the beach
Each with a unique message of its own.
My love is on the Internet a-gain,
his Cyber-infidelity indelibly ingrained;
he left me with the phone bill, I left him standing in the rain,
he even took the laptop on which I wrote this sweet refrain.
Why won’t you come to bed with me,
We could Yahoo all night long for free,
And make a real connection if we try.
but every time I hear that modem squeal
Like a lover’s cry that’s not quite real
I put a bookmark in my paperback
And think about the things I lack
And dream about a Real Time guy,
credits
released March 15, 2022
Vocals: Laurel Wilson
Guitar and vocal harmony: Bob Wilson
Keys and violin: Silas Palmer
Double Bass: Helen Russell
Bob and Laurel Wilson have been singing together since the late 1970s. Bob Wilson's songs struck a chord with Australia all Over listeners, so you may recognise them. The veteran duo has produced four CDs and this is their fifth project together.
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