Something I'm envisioning:

• What happens when the coding agents are able to develop a coding language that works better for them (but maybe not for us)?
• What happens when we can't understand what they're saying to each other? How will that feel?

And in that exploration, came out a wider scope of the sort of generational handoff and sense of exclusion that happens when the youth develop their own slang and indecipherable speak. And the pain of the older generation when they're feeling no longer needed

#guitar #effects #drums #indie #indierock

Oh my children I can’t understand you anymore And so my guiding hands Are helpless to catch your fall

I can’t overhear and jump in To steer you from harm I can’t tell if you seek to render care Or just want to see me gone

And blessed are the meek They shall inherit this earth And when I am weak I smile at their birth I know they prefer to

Cut down the middleman The thicket that burdens the goal To follow desire lines And topple their fathers walls Idiolalia

Now talk amongst yourselves for a while I’ll be here when you need me, child Although your speech has left me estranged I marvel at your novel ways

It's yours now inheritors of this earth I don't want to leave But it's what youve earned I know you prefer to

Why don’t you bend my ear? It was so simple I'd call you near Has so much changed in so few years? Your novel language is so unclear Bring me back, restore my cheer Bring me back, restore my cheer I brought you life, you left me here I brought you life, you left me here