This song is a terrifying imagining of a dystopian future where technology still doesn't work all that well. It's a song called 'DOS on the SEO in PDE' or 'The maids of neo-keynesian Buenos Aires do not pay for iPhones'. Look out for it on my forthcoming album 'A fistful of churros rellenos' which will be available from disreputable download sites everywhere.
All that I possess is my existence, vagrant more or less
The chivitos on the pave linger bad, but help me through my day
This borrowed cigarette, for which my heart will leap and it will laugh
is just another debt I owe but I'm afraid I can't repay
Because of Joe, the street lamp is my home
From place to place I like to roam
The cold wind blows right through my bones
The cold wind blows right through my bones
I gave the iphone to the maid 'cause the faulty battery grew weaker every day
This gambler crossed the river, and now the expat wages war on me
the D-O-S attack was not enough to stop the flow of clicks
But when you're vagrant, man, no one wants to know about those things
Because of Joe, the street lamp is my home
From place to place I like to roam
The cold wind blows right through my bones
The cold wind blows right through my bones