Algorhythmus // Datenwolkengebet

Algorhythmus

Datenwolkengebet

Master User im Datenhimmel
geliked werde dein Klarname.
Deine Reichweite komme.
Dein Goodwill und Fürbitte geschehe,
wie im Datenhimmel, so auf Google Earth.
Unser täglichen Feed gib uns heute.
Und vergib uns unseren Schund,
wie auch wir vergeben unsern Followern.
Und führe uns nicht in Verruf,
sondern lösche uns von den Hassreden.
Denn dein ist die Reichweite
und die Ohnmacht und das Gefällt-mir
bis(s) in Hyperloop oder Ewigkeit.

Bis(s) das der Inkogni.to.d uns teile. Amen

von Jens T. Hinrichs

Postings gegen das Vergessen // Algorhythmus / The affron – Thank you for being afraid

Postings gegen das Vergessen // Algorhythmus

The affron – thank you for being afraid

Lyrics from Jens T. Hinrichs

Zapped thru all the channels and make a step back to „1984“ again
his heart was true he‘s a sitepal
but the conspirancy of silence was loud

I‘m not afraid to say
thanks for the satirical compliment
I hope it always will walk this way, other will talk this way
My mind is off, won‘t you upload it and make a comment

And if you write a post
that invited everyone you screws, fear(s) you!
We have the proof that free press is hacked and journalism under siege
You would seek, the Biggest Brother data gift would be from himself
and the X-files attached would say
Thank you for being afraid

If his borders of satire has been hacked
We have got the proof that free press has a lack of integrity
I‘d surely eat his hack or other one‘s whistleblow,
Whatever you noodle and share, the affron call out on defiance
Any timeline of delight on late-night talk
held my mind off, won‘t you upload it and make a recommend.

And with the free press begins to fall the democracy getting older
With stalking frames of minds and hail the grey zone of „1984“
Have no fears for that tears, even though political satire spanking is hard to kill
whilst every Big Brother abroad will stand surely real close and pray
thank you for being afraid.

I want to thank him for being spanked.
And when totality dies and float away
into the cloud, the Bulky Web
Big Brother Turkey will hear me say
„The real affron will be survive the digital obsolescence and keep your promises alive!“
You‘ll seek it there, then once again,
maybe save the date
thanks for spanking the free press.
thanks for slapping the affron.
I want to thank her for being pranked.
Those peeple are buried deeply in my world of lols.

And with the free press begins to fall the democracy getting older
With stalking frames of minds and hail the grey zone of „1984“
Have no fears for that tears, even though political satire spanking is hard to kill
We have the proof that free press is hacked and journalism under siege
Whatever other noodle and share, the affron call out on defiance
I don‘t exceed tolerable borders but direct face-off the policy of confrontation
held you mind off, hope you upload my satirical call out on defiance.
And save the date, some day, once again.

thanks for spanking the free press.
thanks for slapping the affron.
I want to thank her for being pranked.
Thank you for being afraid.

Algorhythmus // That’s the webciety it is (Tell me like IT is)

Algorhythmus

That’s the webciety it is (Tell me like IT is)

Do you remembered the days before Y2K?
Once upon without a timeline, when we had privacy.
The astroturfs above were bright ,n‘ new don‘t tell lies.
They pulled privacy down for you,
when I often fell in hate with viruses again and again.
They said that all bad thinks must end.

Today, that‘s the webciety it is.

I‘ve never was in a ban with Solitaire, IT was so unfair.
Did I should care for my data protection and lose time for privacy?
The passwords like I‘ve been used to much won‘t help them through my firewall.
That I wrote it out clear, pin it on my desktop.

Today, that‘s the webciety it is.

The message bords and newswire groups
that once had burried you in the cyberspace
they bring you back to Y2K, today.
The working day has crashed,
cos work on time slipped in commonplace.

Today, that‘s the webciety it is.

Do you remembered the days before Y2K?
Once upon without a timeline, when we had privacy?
I find the thinks have upgraded and disappeared without an app.
You can‘t get backuped what you‘ve DEL and what we said.

Today, that‘s the webciety it is.

Now I can read your secret dataminds and I hack your stories in the cloud.
I seek what you are doing through years.
Interactions comes from a fluent up- and downhill click,
data lobby don‘t feel worries but have a lol of sorrows.
A yelp come a little late, so what‘s upp, wtf?

Don‘t surrender but you can‘t reach a win-win, is just an illusion
in this thinktanking called lol.

When IT wanted the most there‘s no please, a webciety has no way out,
but you‘ll never pay more for a return ticket.

That‘s the way IT is.

When IT wanted the most in this thinktanking called lol.
When you‘re heart is ready to go and your mind‘s left in doubt.
Don‘t give up on your fate.
Save your excuses! Upload it to the cloud
so lol comes to those who believe in IT‘s webciety.

When you questioned for a simple WTFAQ
IT is planning the hide of pain, play hyperlink-jacking.
Let‘s click to gather money on a search-tree.
You‘re gonna find a home,
an IP in this thinks called lol, a commonplace elsewhere to go.

That‘s the webciety IT is, nerd.
That‘s the webciety IT is, user.
That‘s the webciety IT is, loser.

When „Like“ on empty screen with no .to sorrow comes
and suchness starts to work,
Start-ups fly off the shelves as much as I myself
don‘t worry, forget your doubt about IT
cloud will never ends in your hands
lols gonna conquer IT, always, on and on.

When you wanted the most there‘s an easy way out to WTF next.
When IT wanted you most there‘s another IP elsewhere to go.
Also lol comes to those who believe in IT commercials.

That‘s the webciety IT is, nerd
That‘s the webciety IT is, user
That‘s the webciety IT is, loser

If you want some think to plug and play with wash and go, find yourself peace.
Cos my timeline is too expensive
and I‘m not have a little better bandwith.
If IT is serious
I, myself, plug and play with my heart and mind that make IT curious
but if you want me to lol you, then you know I will, will you follow me?

And tell me like IT is, don‘t worry, let your heart be your webguide
sick‘em your backlinks deep inside of my profile
I believe in IT that wake me up for your recommends,
lol me even when I regret
Like is to short to have debts, lol is to short to have doubts.

IT may be here and never gone
you might as well get what the cloud wants.
IT is never ever clever than you so fight as well.
So go-go, ga-ga, „sugar baby“ give what „suggar daddy“ wants.

And tell me like IT is, don‘t worry, let your heart be your webguide.
I do everything for ever thinking, found myself a toy that‘s real.

That‘s webciety. I plug and play with IT, I‘m a nerd.
That‘s webciety. U plug and play with IT, you‘re not a fool or tool.

That‘s webciety IT is.
That‘s webciety IT is.

Lyrics from Jens T. Hinrichs

Algorhythmus // Selfies got the look (Snapsshots N‘ever after)

Algorhythmus

Selfies got the look (Snapsshots N‘ever after)

Stalking „Like“ a man is „Like“ talking with a woman
Hitting „Likes“ is working „Like“ hiding yammer
Liken is spying on timeline.
Like on a screen is feeding the down-time.

IT without being social is juvenile
Never was IT bitter databytes
Tasty like a beerdrop
Salty like a bite.
Selfies got the look.
IT is not a fake boom look-a-like.

Every household got an IP-number
Heavenly bound in a cloud
Killing selfie is a flower
IT‘s like living with wild bugs
Selfies got the look.
IT is not a fake boom look-a-like.

What in the Internet can make a brown-minded person turn into red?
When every selfie I‘ll ever do IT‘ll barbarizes the youth
„Like“ taints the mind into blue-eyed naivety.

Firewalls in the freezer.
Naked truth to the linear chip.
Is a „Like“ a disguise
Headbanging the Big Data drum
Violently shaking one‘s selfie to the cloud‘s beat.

Wakin‘ up from the wake up pinterest
The Mourning has spoken, so drop your fun.
Who‘s shot this selfies.
Violently shaking one‘s selfie like a mad bull
Selfies got the look.
IT is not a fake boom look-a-like.

Even rail against those house of glass
make the hall of fame half full of lols and fame.

Swallowing the bringer is a willing thin_.
Groaning like a yammer so moaming can broken.
Like the like like a wizzard of OZ.
Pix pixel, fix a blizzard from a odd-lot dealer
Collectin‘ selfies in a datastore, what‘s a big shot, didn‘t you.
Lovin‘ is in the cloud, but(ts) on a-lol-by-lol basis.
Kissin‘ erasers is killing the 3W
Sharp as a knife.
Selfies got the look.
IT is not a fake boom look-a-like.

Even when every think IT‘ll ever do.
Couldn‘t beam from the webciety.
And I go off the wall.
Selfies make me gaga.
But others went paranoid from a polaroid.

IT without being social is juvenile.
Never was IT run dry after databytes.
Never was IT glitter than data bites.
Tasty like a chilli drop. Make a snapshot, did you?
Merely spam is lookin‘ for search term, such sperm.
Selfies got the look, but can spoil the look of IT.
Snappily N‘ever after.
Snapsshots N‘ever after.

Lyrics from Jens T. Hinrichs

Algorhythmus // Thinktanking for the … (Let‘s logged to gather)

Algorhythmus

Thinktanking for the … (Let’s logged to gather)

I‘m nothing special, in a sense I‘m a bit like a rogue
If I spell a curse, you‘ve proba_ly spelled it before
But I have a aptitude, a wonderful attitude
„Cause everone likens when I link to thin_s
I‘m sour like a grapefruit and bitter than a proud
All I want is to link sb‘s social hurdles to the cloud, I‘m a be_st of burden!“

So we pay for
thinktanking for the …, credits that the belongs to IT
thanks for all the toys IT‘ll bringing
Who can live without IT, I ask in all reputability
What would worth be?
Without to face IT or a daily postbook what is IT?
So we pay thinktanking for the social streaming
Forgive IT, IT is up to me

Mommy says I was an open book before I could read
Mmh, she says I began to post long before I could write
Today I‘ve often wondered, how did my pinterest start?
No security risk, no social reward.
Like this Algorhythm can?
Well, whereever IT was, IT‘s our fate.
But awareness come a little late
But our eyes have no ears and IT give us fears

So I say
Thank me for this curse, the Algorhytms I‘m linking
Thank for all thinks they‘re tanking
Who can live without IT, I ask in all reputability
What would worth be?
Without a heart or mind what I am, what I am
Without a cyber-attack and one‘s cloud held high
what would Social Media without divided responseability?

Once upon a timeline, IT was somethin_ to Yahoo
But nowadays IT is some thin_ wherewith we are agree.
So join the stampede, have joy with this webciety.

I‘ve been so drunken, I am happy with eff-off affair
I wanna ping it out loud to every‘s cloud
What‘s an emoticons, what‘s an app,
what about the Like, what about hate,
But bother about fate, but what has it to do with faith
Who can live without IT, I ask in all reputability
What would worth be?
Without mobile device and search engine what are we?
We are all zombies without a „Like“.
Forgive for linking IT to us that take our „Likes“ and life.
So I thinktanking for the Social Media
So I link a toast to Information Technology.
What shall we do about IT?
Creating‘ Algorhythm that cap my Social Media anecdote ugly.
Only „Likes“ can trivialise IT.

Lyrics from Jens T. Hinrichs