[From Chris Bory (2009.08.18.1748 EDT)]
Hi all,
I was on my drive home and instantly connected these lyrics with PCT. Were Dennis DeYoung and Styx onto something? Is their definition of control really different from PCT (in a nonspecific sense)? I think these lyrics can be taken through a PCT lens explaining certain concepts (I’ve bolded some of the lines of interest and relevance). Just another example of how PCT can be found in our everyday lives and in unlikely places. Can this be used as an avenue to communicate to non-PCTers what PCT is all about (as Bill posted several months back on how can we communicate in a different language without using PCT technical words)? Enjoy!
"You’re wondering who i am-machine or mannequin
With parts made in japan, i am the modren man
I’ve got a secret i’ve been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain i.b.m.
So if you see me acting strangely, don’t be surprised
I’m just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive-just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive
I’m not a robot without emotions-i’m not what you see
I’ve come to help you with your problems, so we can be free
I’m not a hero, i’m not a saviour, forget what you know
I’m just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control-we all need control
I need control-we all need control
I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask
So no one else can see my true identity
Domo arigato, mr. roboto, domo…domo
Domo arigato, mr. roboto, domo…domo
Domo arigato, mr. roboto, domo…domo
Thank you very much, mr. roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much, mr. roboto
For helping me escape just when i needed to
Thank you-thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, please, thank you
The problem’s plain to see: too much technology
Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize.
The time has come at last
To throw away this mask
Now everyone can see
My true identity…
I’m kilroy! kilroy! kilroy! kilroy!"
Cheers,
Chris
Hi Chris.
Thanks for your super entry. Keep the faith.
Fred Good
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-----Original Message-----
From: Christopher Bory boryc4@GMAIL.COM
To: CSGNET@LISTSERV.ILLINOIS.EDU
Sent: Tue, Aug 18, 2009 6:02 pm
Subject: Lyrical PCT
[From Chris Bory (2009.08.18.1748 EDT)]
Hi all,
I was on my drive home and instantly connected these lyrics with PCT. Were Dennis DeYoung and Styx onto something? Is their definition of control really different from PCT (in a nonspecific sense)? I think these lyrics can be taken through a PCT lens explaining certain concepts (I’ve bolded some of the lines of interest and relevance). Just another example of how PCT can be found in our everyday lives and in unlikely places. Can this be used as an avenue to communicate to non-PCTers what PCT is all about (as Bill posted several months back on how can we communicate in a different language without using PCT technical words)? Enjoy!
"You’re wondering who i am-machine or mannequin
With parts made in japan, i am the modren man
I’ve got a secret i’ve been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain i.b.m.
So if you see me acting strangely, don’t be surprised
I’m just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive-just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive
I’m not a robot without emotions-i’m not what you see
I’ve come to help you with your problems, so we can be free
I’m not a hero, i’m not a saviour, forget what you know
I’m just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control-we all need control
I need control-we all need control
I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask
So no one else can see my true identity
Domo arigato, mr. roboto, domo…domo
Domo arigato, mr. roboto, domo…domo
Domo arigato, mr. roboto, domo…domo
Thank you very much, mr. roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much, mr. roboto
For helping me escape just when i needed to
Thank you-thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, please, thank you
The problem’s plain to see: too much technology
Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize.
The time has come at last
To throw away this mask
Now everyone can see
My true identity…
I’m kilroy! kilroy! kilroy! kilroy!"
Cheers,
Chris