Retrovertigo Lyrics
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All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights to your blight time-machine
[Verse 2]
While I'm dulled by excess (dulled by excess)
And a cynic at best (cynic at the best)
My art imitates crime
Paid for by the allies, so invest
[Chorus]
Now I'm finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes, mesmerized
There's a vintage thirst returning
But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing
Every famine virtual, Retrovertigo
[Instrumental break]
[Bridge]
A tribute to false memories
With conviction, cheap imitation
Is it fashion or disease?
Post-ironic remains a mouth to feed
Sell the rights to your plight and you'll eat
[Chorus]
Now I'm finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes, mesmerized
See the vintage robot wearied
Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual, Retrovertigo
About
Written in its totality by the band’s bassist, Trevor Dunn.
The state of mind was disillusionment with a world or society that values image and money over human life. While certain “retro” fashions and lifestyles are considered hip, the on-going tradition of human suffering continues. As the world progresses technologically, certain people value and emulate “the good ol' days”, while others are born into poverty never having progressed past the dark ages. The title “retrovertigo” is a term I came up with to describe my nausea regarding this phenomena. At the time I was living in SF where swing dancing was making a come-back, silicon valley was exploding, vintage clothes were expensive, and the notion that anything could be bought or sold–a soul, a tragedy, the end of the world—seemed viable"
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