Buckethead Lyrics & Tabs by Carbon/Silicon
Buckethead
guitar chords lyrics
Now back in the real world, life, carbon was too expensive. No one could afford to live, go out or travel and the world was too scary. Fifteen years ago the book "Snow Crash" predicted the underclass would have to live out their lives trapped in a tiny room with full head monitors on. Leading a second life wired to a computer generated world.
We can make it safe - said the avatars of dredd,
out there in the meat space - you're as good as dead.
Next stop paradise - With the needle in the red,
it's a brave new world - with a bucket on your head.
In their bucket homes - they dream of dream estate
with equal opportunity - in their utopian state.
it's a wired thing - and all the hip were signed,
twenty million zombies - hooked and now on-line.
So where is my friend, well he's at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, he's all alone, walking with the living dead.
Amazingly the second lifeworld started to mirror the old world.
Where the quality of life and social interactions were again dictated by your wealth. Only the rich could be fully rendered in 3D colour, get in the VIP areas.
The poor people realised they existed only as black and white outlines.
Everyone imagined - in an equal world
no outline was normal - even for young girls
So when a 3D colour - VIP walk by
the order is restored at last - never questioned why.
So where is my friend, well he's at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, well he's all alone, walking with the living dead.
The money wheel and harmony, peace and order was restored to the world.
Everything is rendered, - safe and pixel-tight.
everything is programmed. - right down to the byte,
Everybody is happy - in their prison cell
in the perfect second life - with silicone to hell.
Where is my friend, well he's at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, he's all alone, walking with the living dead.
In reality the government had the whole population controlled. Trapped, in their rooms, fuelled on vitamin added up pizzas, not bothered by the real world events.
Control not by force of law, but addiction to computer silicon and the code that they wrote.
Where is my friend, well he's not at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, he's all alone, walking with the living dead.
Now everyone stays in - guess who's in control
and the rich have all the space, - with no place for your soul.
I still have hope that - Somewhere in the trash,
giant carbon feet - will cause the snow to crash.
Where is my friend, well he's not at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, he's all alone, walking with the living dead.
And meanwhile the rich road about in horses and carriages through the empty streets. And the poor stayed in their towerpods, in bucketworld.
So where is my friend, well he's not at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, he's all alone, walking with the living dead.
The whole population slipped a bucket on their head.
There was no more revolution they spent the day in bed.
And the whole population slipped a bucket on their head.
There was no revolution they spent the day in bed.
Welcomed hype or hope, or is this liberation, control, or in control, or isolation.
Welcomed hype or hope, or is this liberation, control, or in control, or isolation.
So where is my friend, well he's at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, he's all alone, walking with the living dead.
The use of needles - walking with the living dead - Plays on the addiction analogy, that the concept suggests. That the normal world population will become hooked on living in cyber world.
So where is my friend, well he's at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, he's all alone, walking with the living dead, here they come!
The use of my friend part personalises the song. To counteract the rather geekiness of the verses and to keep within the rock and roll area.
And so it seems mind control is the new rock and roll and it's happening now!
Where is my friend, well he's at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, he's all alone, walking with the living dead.
Where is my friend, well he's at home, with a bucket stuck on his head.
So where is my friend, he's all alone, walking with the living dead.
