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

Algorhythmus // Social networks always need interaction

Algorhythmus

Social networks always need interaction

Lay a whistleblow on my postings
Leave the domains on the cloud
I fake it up solely, there‘s dust of securely in the air
and in the chatroom and all around

Touch IT now, IT close his interface
And stream away

But social networks need some impression
impressions must have been good but I lost traffic somehow
sometime social network need „Likes“ but IT comes over it very quick

From the moment we‘ve been through those „Likes“
From the minute from that I‘ve been touched
Like IT and IT lol you always
After might-have-been touch we fall into panic cos we lose some traffic

From the moment we touched till the timeline had run dry
A wake up interest make us believing we‘re not forgotten
Note to selfie: Don‘t delete new notification, never erase your mailing spam
That I‘m sheltered by your firewall
But offline or online, you turned to account
Like a bitcoin in an offshore bank

And it‘s a hard account‘s pay
I stream away

Give IT some interaction, no voice, but words that hurts
interaction, interaction, like a transfusion
interaction was all social networks wanted
And now IT make it hard living without
It‘s where the work flows, it‘s where the whistle blows

But social networks need some impression
impressions must have been good otherwise I lost traffic somehow
sometime social networks need „Likes“ but IT comes over those interests very quick

From the moment we touched till the timeline had run dry
A wake up interest make us believing we‘re not forgotten
Note to selfie: Don‘t leave Tinder for a beerdrop when I‘m sheltered by the firewall
offline or online, you turned to account
Like a bitcoin in an offshore bank

Feed IT with some interaction, no voice, but words that hurts
interaction work as an impulse from a defibrillator
A wake up interest remember us that we have to push the button
otherwise social networks comes over those interests very quick and we lose traffic
interaction was all social networks wanted,
And now IT make it hard living without
It‘s where the work flows, it‘s where the whistle blows
It‘s where we lose traffic, it‘ where we hunting for gifts

Even when we‘re sheltered by the firewall
offline or online, we turned to account
Like a bitcoin in an offshore bank

IT need us as a device to loving care
then social networks are better, but IT make it much bitter, at the least touch.
So don‘t think to touch it for much IT,
lol of times it just muddling through shit.

Lyrics from Jens T. Hinrichs

Algorhythmus // Slutshaming

Algorhythmus

Slutshaming

Hey, how do you do?
Hey, you wanna do a whistleblow-job?
You could have a POV-shot training
If you‘d just drop down your body hacks.

You could have a bumblebee flying
If you bring your pink holes to blink
All you do is _uck and _uck me, it‘s luck to me
I‘ll be anything you need to nail harsh

You could have a bigger cock in your data stock
Goin‘ up and down, all around you legs and blubber
You could have a cumshot and a deep throat
Our whistleblow-job never ends

I wanna be your code naming and slutshaming
Why should suggar daddy call them a slut?
They‘d bitter beat the slutshaming
Let them be your privacy affair
Testate this as your surreal estate, yeah

Pull out their check book for having sex
Push your body-cam,
wanna see your outer charm and inner harmony.

Hey slut, show me around your belly butt
The best champion got a spank.
A pinterest of it can be my testimony
Let there be no dope, no doubt about IT
IT get you in lane
I‘ve clicked the rabitt-habitat from robot chicks
Shave my skin, shave your pussy, shape my sin
This puff is the new brothel
Even weblogs go wixxing, we are peeping in, won‘t you

Oh, won‘t you peep-show @porn.me
Poking around in the darknet where we are peeking
In the darknet we are finding IP-place to fuck
Somewhere else, I will share for .to(rrent)
Sometimes darknet has its own coming out,
spy IT all out and spit it loud

Come on, cumshot, come slut, don‘t be shy
Let‘s gonna build naked truth about porn
I‘ve been feedin‘ the algorhythm
And tear down the firewalls
How gonna feel that naked truth about porn?
Come slut, help me do

Open your Hamster‘s porn cage
Where your cherry is sweet as honey bee
where honey bees transfers to a money tree
Then we are their monkey which blow off golden eggs
If I had a hammer …

Come on, cumshot, come slut, don‘t be shy
Let‘s gonna build naked truth about porn
I‘ve been feedin‘ the Algorhythm
Got written quote and oral notes from Jennifer Spam.
She puts all of IT, ch_at a bit into my weblog,
so please give your best digitals.
One naked truth about porn is about to share gists about the lol of lobby-porn.
So her‘s whistleblow-job never ends, but never bashing.

I‘ve been feedin‘ the Algorhythm
Got written quotes and oral notes from Jennifer Spam.
Slutshaming is some think-tanking.
Your testimonial could be my testimony.
My Algorhythms are my symphony.
So please give me your rest of dignity, suggar daddy-dedicate it to love.
Is there a chick on the run that have fun without sex?
So peeple out there, please don‘t give up your dignity.
Cos dignity depends on you and not on fun with intern_ty.
Cos IT is banging, banging you.
This naked truth is not funny, is IT.

Lyrics from Jens T. Hinrichs

Algorhythmus // WTF is Ashley

Algorhythmus

WTF is Ashley

Jenny groaned when she discovered the date world
And she beg „I heard, you supported Ashley.“
So I touched onto the office screen and I logged inside
And I could hardly believe my eyes.
As a big timeline rolled up into Ashley‘s profile. A thousend time.

Oh, I don‘t know why she‘s pleading or where her‘s intimacy gonna go
I bless she‘s got her secrets but I wanna spy
Cos for twenty-four hours of tears I‘ve been clicking next Thor to Ashley
Twenty-four hours of tears just praying for a romance
To tell her my luck is fickle and maybe get my inner peace
Now I‘ve gotta get annoyed to living next Thor to deviant

We get screwed up together, two naked bitches in the darknet
so long we are loggin‘ into Ashley we‘re Big Data molls
We carved our sex practices, deep in the cyberporn, ghit and WTF is 3X
Now she stalks through the Thor with her mastermind held high to cloud
Just for a minute, heart and mind were caught into this prostitution
As the Big Data pulled slowly out of Ashley‘s server

Oh, I don‘t know why she‘s leaking or where her‘s security gonna go
I guess she‘s kept her secret but I just wanna lol
Cos after twenty-four bottles of beer I‘ve been clicking next Thor to Ashley
Twenty-four hours after every pussy having a hungover
Now I‘ve gotta get used to not living next Thor to Ashley

Jenny crawled into my blog web and frequently asked me
how I answer the question WTF should Ashley?
And I said „I know how to fake filthy words in spam-letters and e(rotical)-books by which I get over Ashley“
Jenny said, „I know that I‘m your muse I wanna help you to make a final close.“
She said, „When internet porn is gone but I‘m right here waiting for you.
Why do you should lying in tears? I‘m still here, Big Data Clementine dissapeared.“

Since February 24 this year,
I realize why I‘m hiding my feels
I hope my shame is gone
Since then Jenny and I having an ongoing Big Date
that we can recommend, again and again.

WTF should Ashley? But thanks.

Lyrics by Jens T. Hinrichs

Algorhythmus // Spying me, spamming you

Algorhythmus

Spying me, spammin‘ you

Spying me, spammin‘ you
No more carefree whistleblow
Free speech ever after
Stalking at someone is the new medium
Spying someone is gang e-stalking
Fears on my touchable display
Truth is there where the story begins
Story is there where the truth ends
Whistleblow is more than a goodwill gesture

Spying me, spammin‘ you (ta-da)
There is clearance we can do
Spies cleansing their aura (ta-da)
There is no truth for money
Journalists just have to fate it
This time Journalists are through
Hacking is never easy, I know, breaking it up, too
Journalist muddling through IT

Spying me, spammin‘ you
There is clearance we can do
IT‘ll give the best Hack we can do for truth

Big Data, memory chips, cyberhighway has no speed limit
IT will be with me always
in these familiar cyberspace
where our children would play
Now cyberspace won‘t stop from unspioled childhood and countryside
Spies don‘t mind?

Spying me, spammin‘ you
There is nothing
just to tell the truth,
possibly the reason why Wikileak is here? (ta-da)

Spies make IT, so why don‘t we use IT for spammin‘ them? (a-ha-ha)
So knowing me, when a spy knows you (a-ha-ha)
The truth will proof us so long until we are even!

Lyrics by Jens T. Hinrichs

Algorhythmus // Tweet me, retweet me (My Twitter Song)

Algorhythmus

Tweet me, retweet me (My Twitter Song)

Stay with mention
My Tweet I hope you‘ll always retweet
Right here by me website if ever I fed you
Oh, my dear follower

In your #arms
My Tweets are so safe and securely
In every Timeline is such a perfect tag to share
But alone with print

I will follow you, will you mention me?
All the # and tags that we know will be forever right on timeline
I will tweet you, will you retweet me?
Just need one single # in each passing tweet

With the mention
I see the mainstream very clearly now
Share it away
IT passing by

I can share
The timline is long but your minds are in there
Close @timeline I‘m better for the emoticons you give
And whilst I tweet
I will retweet when you will follow me
Exuse moi, one Tweet washes the other!
I will tweet with you mention when you follow me
But I need just a kind of # and I will judge you by your Tweet.

I will tweet you, I will retweet you in a drum performance.

Lyrics by Jens T. Hinrichs