Analog

Описание: Full song is on main page. Not part of the Outlaw series.

This was a re-titling, with a few lyric changes to an older song that I wrote.
Capo on second fret, G, F#, Em, Cadd9. Am and C on transition positions FYI.

[Verse 1]
We were born in the static glow
Vinyl dreams on an AM radio
Bare feet running through the summer heat
Chasing ghosts down every dead‑end street
And the world felt wide, like it couldn’t break
Just a Polaroid life we didn’t have to fake

[Pre-Chorus]
But the wires crept in slow
Like vines around the soul

[Chorus]
Now everyone’s staring at a tiny screen
Trading real‑life touch for a dopamine dream
I miss the days when we used to talk
Now we scroll through life like we’re sleepwalking
Oh, the world turned cold and digital
And I’m analog, I’m analog

[Verse 2]
We grew up with the sun in our eyes
Now it’s blue light skies and pixel lies
Arcades turned into data streams
And the kids don’t know what freedom means
We used to ride our bikes ‘til the streetlights hummed
Now the silence hits, and the world feels numb

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, the wires crept in slow
And swallowed what we used to know

[Chorus]
Now everyone’s staring at a tiny screen
Trading real‑life touch for a dopamine dream
I miss the days when we used to talk
Now we scroll through life like we’re sleepwalking
Oh, the world turned cold and digital
And I’m analog, I’m analog

[Bridge]
Maybe we lost something we can’t replace
A little bit of soul in the interface
I keep reaching out through the static haze
But the signal fades, the signal fades

[Breakdown]
Are we still alive
Or just online
Are we still alive
Or just online

[Final Chorus]
Everyone’s staring at a tiny screen
Trading real‑life touch for a dopamine dream
I miss the days when we used to talk
Now we scroll through life like we’re sleepwalking
Oh, the world turned cold and digital
And I’m analog — I'm analog

[Outro]
Don’t ever let the wires tell you when to quit.
The best day of your life might be waiting just past this minute.
You’re already everything you need to be—
Perfect, human, scars and all.
Analog.