Lyrics:
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
a freer Canada behind him
Glenn Gould will die
In the midst of his glory
Marshall McLuhan will die
Having altered several meanings
Milton Acorn will die
Marshall mcluhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
to 'em
If it's true the medium is the message like Marshall McLuhan
Said, and I assume it is, then I'd be some kind of angel
Elevated, illuminated from
sitting here together
We're also on-line
I'd like to keep in touch
Find out how you're doing
But the medium's the message
Said Marshall McLuhan, and that's
"The Gutenberg Galaxy," 1962
Marshall McLuhan predicted
A Global Village where the whole civilized world
Is made the psychological equivalent
to him
The medium's the message, and bullets are my medium, yeah
That's right, I'm on some Marshall McLuhan shit
And my shit gets done 'cause I'm the one
matter what they say anyway
McLuhan said it first, another Canadian out here thinking!
Man we got a thirst!
Knowledge coming but its from the unknown
Gotta
criado pelo homem, a natureza deixou de existir.” (Marshall McLuhan)
Blame McLuhan
His media
Were your ruin
Chorus:
Dit Dit Dah Dit
Dit Dit Dah
Dah Dit Dah Dit
Dah Dit Dah
(Morse Code: F-U-C-K)
through the chest
You dis it, you like it, we don't give a fuck
Well just a little 'cause we hip-hop
Deconstruct, we schmoozing like McLuhan
A slightly shy
a supersonic communication nation
A cunning and wicked disease
Spread by a virus of ignorant pleas
From Father McLuhan
The future is born
Is there any
In my heart I'm Brian Wilson/
If the medium is the music/
I'm Marshall McLuhan/
But back to what I was sayin' before/
(Chorus)
But I bet you gon'
Marshall McLuhan casual viewing
Head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing
But there's no ship sailing
Groucho with his movies trailing
Stands
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
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