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