State of the Art

I had somethin to offer
 I had somethin to say
 Before my apathetic mind
 Took my point of view away
 Like a condominium of useless information
 The quality of life has been compromised by technological gentrification
 There goes the neighborhood, still got the Greene's and the Brown's
 But once the computers moved in the brains moved out
 They had a welcome party invited everybody
 I couldn't connect cause my signal was a little spotty
 I asked a server toesh my cocktail
 He said he'd send a link to the recipe via email
 So I just stood there lookin at my cell phone
 Waiting for the link to hit I realized I am all alone
 At home in my underwear could swore I was there, I was there, I was there
 But I didn't go nowhere
 One part information two parts self promotion
 Three parts isolation, isolation, isolation
 One part information two parts self promotion
 Three parts isolation we're at the mercy of the state of the art
 I had a memory, if I remember correctly
 I never walked around feelin so empty
 Holding my blackberry like it was my best friend
 My best friend miss you love you press send
 How I ever got from point A to point B is beyond me
 Must've used telepathy when I met with somebody
 On the corner of a street runnin twenty minutes late
 Did they just stand there and wait patiently?
 I don't remember a thing, before computer technology
 Was integrated into me
 One part information two parts self promotion
 Three parts isolation isolation isolation
 One part information two parts self promotion
 Three parts isolation we're at the mercy of the state of the art