White Noise by The Band White Noise Lyrics
There is reason to believe that
All of this is vanity
But the screen is black
So go back and grab your sanity
Momma’s cooking up connections
And she don’t need batteries
Dishing out rejection
For my generation’s fallacies
All this white noise
Badah dah, badah dah
It’s killing our voice
Badah dah, badah dah
Screen is back on, so my minds gone
Everyday’s a chance to meet it
Never sing your own song
Just sing along and say you need it
Cause if the world is at my finger tip
Then what’s the point of learning
Cause it’s easier to fit than
Sticking out and trying to earn it
All this white noise
Badah dah, badah dah
It’s killing our voice
Badah dah, badah dah
Profane particles
Wasted waves
They’re all the same
Profane particles
Wasted waves
They’re all the same
All this white noise
Badah dah, badah dah
It’s killing our voice
Badah dah, badah dah
Take and take till people break then
Broadcast to a crowd that screams at you
It’s a vocal earthquake
And it’s powered by a feedback loop
For will we ever draw the line, or
Will progress be the rolling stone
Rolling down the bank of time
Till reality forecloses the loan
All of this is vanity
But the screen is black
So go back and grab your sanity
Momma’s cooking up connections
And she don’t need batteries
Dishing out rejection
For my generation’s fallacies
All this white noise
Badah dah, badah dah
It’s killing our voice
Badah dah, badah dah
Screen is back on, so my minds gone
Everyday’s a chance to meet it
Never sing your own song
Just sing along and say you need it
Cause if the world is at my finger tip
Then what’s the point of learning
Cause it’s easier to fit than
Sticking out and trying to earn it
All this white noise
Badah dah, badah dah
It’s killing our voice
Badah dah, badah dah
Profane particles
Wasted waves
They’re all the same
Profane particles
Wasted waves
They’re all the same
All this white noise
Badah dah, badah dah
It’s killing our voice
Badah dah, badah dah
Take and take till people break then
Broadcast to a crowd that screams at you
It’s a vocal earthquake
And it’s powered by a feedback loop
For will we ever draw the line, or
Will progress be the rolling stone
Rolling down the bank of time
Till reality forecloses the loan