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Friday, December 08, 2006

019: Bodyhacking

Body modification has many forms and facets. On the simplest level, make-up and pierced ears, to tattoos, piercings, scars, spikes and studs, and then to things that make me squirm to think about them. (As if the other stuff doesn't.) This is not the thing I would normally write about... but Wired Magazine has an online column devoted to biotechnology called "Bodyhack". Naturally, this term hacked its way into a different corner of my brain, the one that recalls conversations with people regarding who would be the first of us to get WiFi implants when they become available. And I started to wonder how far it could go. Because there's no question that it will.
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Bodyhacking
Words and Music © 2006 by Tom Smith
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My body is a temple I'm rebuilding
I need to do some work on my facade
These changes are like prayers, I'll get a lot of stares,
And With every step I'm closer to god

I started with a tattoo and two piercings,
A dragon and my lower lip and tongue
I'd often heard it said that would make me good in bed
Turns out it matters more which way I've swung

I've got to change,
But not how mother wants of me,
I'll rearrange
It's just a bodyhack
It's not so strange,
It's just like plastic surgery
taken to extremes,
And all my hopes and dreams
Are looking in the mirror
Hoping I'll be looking back

I got some eyebrow spikes and other implants,
Some talons for my fingernails and feet
Telescoping bones, new skin with crimson tones,
The scars across my back draw a Magritte

The catalog from slashdot helped immensely
My eyes are different colors for each mood,
I hear my own heart pound in 5.1 surround,
As of next week I'll no longer need food

I've got to change,
But not how mother wants of me,
I'll rearrange
It's just a bodyhack
It's not so strange,
It's just like plastic surgery
Taken to extremes,
And all my hopes and dreams
Are looking in the mirror
Hoping I'll be looking back

I'm sure there was a version of me that I liked at one point
But I know... I don't know
I barely can recall those days before my tungsten ball joints,
That was so... long ago
And some would cast aspersions but they miss the bigger picture
They can't see... A to Z
These nanobots and waldoes may seem ancillary fixtures
But I'll be... soon set free

The other day I ran into an old friend
she said she hardly recognized me now
I killed her where she stood, it was for the greater good,
Sometimes when you change, you don't want folks asking how

I've heard some say you should find god within you
And I know now evolution's not the key
But intelligent design, the intelligence was mine,
And I'm wondering what kind of god I'll be

I've got to change,
But not how others want of me,
I'll rearrange
It's just a bodyhack
It's not so strange,
It's just like plastic surgery
Taken to extremes,
And all my hopes and dreams
Are looking in the mirror
Hoping I'll be looking back

3 Comments:

At 5:08 PM, Blogger Allandaros said...

The "intelligent design" bit is hilarious!

Well done, sir!

 
At 6:52 PM, Blogger cestuspaxx said...

Brilliant. Corny, but brilliant.

 
At 1:33 AM, Blogger Saganth said...

I know this is an old song by now, but I just found it and had to say this was one of your deeper artistic ventures. Not only did you tackle a topic you find hard to think about, let along write about, but you did it in a creative and sophisticated way. The song feels like something that grew out of a Cyberpunk or Shadowrun game taken to unusual lengths. the last verse is disturbing and profound, and rather than find this song funny or corny I found it to be some of your best serious work. I almost felt like I was listening to someone read aloud from a story published in Asimov's or a book anthology.

Excellent work Tom. Excellent work!

 

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