AFK - Momus

I remember how you looked on Skype

And the degree to which I wanted you

But now we’re standing face to face

And it just doesn’t feel the same

It’s pretty odd, the magic’s not there in real life

You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard

Away from QWERTYUIOP you look odd, a little bit unreal

I raise the selfie-stick and take a photo on the phone

As if to see ourselves framed in that familiar rectangle

Could make it all all right

You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard

In the good old days I would play such games with you

Like photoshopping semen all across your face on JPGs

But now in bed I’m obliged to make the stuff myself

No copy-paste to place it on your face

You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard

Theodor Adorno declared that in the end the soul itself

Is nothing more than our desire to have a soul

And so desire in our world of digital affairs

Is nothing more than desire for desire

You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard

I’m going back to the airport, don’t try to stop me

This affair has not turned out as I imagined it was going to be

And when I’m home I’d hope that we could start again in our «real lives»

You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard