Another one that's been in the pile for a while that I wanted to finish. I like to think the song takes on a new meaning given technological developments since the song's inception a year ago.

Lyrics by Alina Christenbury.
Production and Vocals by Deelatch.

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it started slow, i noticed, three little phrases
additions, suggestions, for conversations
[thank you], [yes], [i understand]
my algorithmic helping hand

always known i’m not good at talking to others
been laughed at, mocked for social faux pas
though, i’ve got a partner now, somehow
a bot to help me out

it’s been designed, and molded, and A/B tested
a priori assumptions of what’s been expected
etched into tablets of silicon
brought up from the valley, not down from the mountain

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press one, two, or three
for programmed pedantry
make it all easy

press one, two, or three
encoded naively
all our sins to see

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now, you see
human interaction boiled down so simply
is freeing

and after years of training for what seems like an epoch
i pop a zoloft and crawl out of my hole
voluntarily 

but i don't know, can't write it, can't recollect it
i have nothing flowing, the meaning is missing
streamings of tokens, semantically void
 
and she leaves the place as i cry in the bathroom
why can’t i talk normally
syntactic sugar distilled into fructose
leaves no opportunity

ALL SYNTAX, NO SEMANTICS

Terminal Perception - Autocomplete

A multi-headed mixture-of-experts.

Research Team:
- Deelatch (Principle Investigator)
- Terminal Perception (Distortion Studies)

Alumni:
https://soundcloud.com/branch-branch-branch

twitter @shroomychan , re-uploading stuff I listen to. Just tell me if you want your stuff removed if you need to.

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Terminal Perception - Autocomplete

The Deelatch Center for Musicological Informatics