FACEBOOK, YOU’RE SELLING US LIES

FACEBOOK, YOU’RE SELLING US LIES
(To the tune of “Let’s Face the Music and Dance,” by Irving Berlin)

Tempt us with being a star
Dangle those “Likes” and those “Follows”
That so hypnotize.
Facebook, you’re selling us lies

Our data spread wide and far
And you won’t stop it, when profit
you so idolize.
Facebook, you’re selling us lies.

When I add another “Friend”
And when I click on “Send”
Again.

No one is setting the bar
For what is public, or private
And for our own eyes.
Facebook, you’re selling us lies, lies.
Facebook, you’re selling us lies.

 

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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GETTING ALL MY FACTS ON FACEBOOK

This post was inspired by Johnathan Mahler’s New York Times Sunday Magazine (1/1/2017) article “Search Party”

GETTING ALL MY FACTS ON FACEBOOK
(To the tune of “There’s a Small Hotel,” by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart)

Trolling from some news
That will serve my views
Getting all my facts on Facebook.

Whey check for a source?
Trust that site? Of course!
I’m getting all my facts on Facebook.

What is true or untrue is
No longer consequential
Tweets are instrumental
Presidential.

No one wants the facts
Lies are what attracts
Likes and followers on Facebook

Post a made-up rumor
To create abject confusion
Give truth a contusion
Spread delusion.

Truth’s now pliable
What’s undeniable?
Reality’s a cake
With fake news quick to bake
When getting all my facts on Facebook.

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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PLEASE “LIKE” ME!

Officials at tourist destinations are becoming frustrated with “Selfie” takers endangering themselves and disturbing others with antics to obtain “likes’ on Facebook or Twitter.  It seems many are more interested in self-promotion than in the iconic spots they visit.  Thus, Stonehenge becomes a “selfie” backdrop instead of a fascination ancient mystery to gaze upon, ponder and marvel at.  See also “Selfie,” posted December 20, 2013.

 PLEASE “LIKE” ME!
(To the tune of “Moon River,” by Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer)

Please” like” me!
I’m so insecure.
Feel desperate to be your
new friend.

I’m boasting
in my posting.
And all of my hopes now
on your “like” depend.

My ego needs a little boost.
On your page can I roost
with you?

My vanity’s bold, to be sure.
One cannot be demure
If “likes” you are to score.
Please “like” me!
Please do!

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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WHO’LL HEAR THE LOVE SONGS?

WHO’LL HEAR THE LOVE SONGS?
(To tune of “Everybody’s Out of Town,” by Burt Bacharach & Hal David)

Who’ll hear the melodies?
Birds chirping love songs in the trees?
You’ve got your Bluetooth gadget in your ear.
Seems like, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one, living in the Here-and-Now.

Who’ll watch the show each night?
Stars making magic with their light?
Try wishing on a star with your I-Pad.
Seems like, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one, living in the Here-and-Now.

Everyone these days, is so distracted
Into their own zone.
People bunk into me with their heads down
Stuck in their I-Phone.

Somewhere a,
Kid’s crying for his mom.
Logged onto Facebook, she don’t come.
Life slipping by, completely unnoticed.
Seems like, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one, living in the Here-and-Now.

Who’ll see the magic?
Who’ll hear the love songs?
When, everybody’s in the cloud.
And no one’s, living in the Here-and-Now.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire

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SELFIE

“Selfie” was named word of the year for 2013.  A “Selfie” is a self-portrait usually taken with a phone camera.  But, the phenomenon more broadly describes an age of self-absorption.  Our lives have always been our own play to produce.  But now we seek to publish our productions without the editor’s hand to scratch out those mundane or maudlin details that lack drama and bore the reader to tears.  We simply think too much about ourselves and lack the discretion to keep our thoughts private. Technology helps us to put off the real world.  In the recently release film “Her” a man actually falls in love with his smartphone’s talking operating system who has a name, Samantha. “Hello, I’m here,” says the smartphone.  Of course, I might fall in love with Scarlett Johansson’s sultry voice. But, essentially, we have an example of fantasy that at its core is isolationist. I can engage in mythical sex with a bodiless machine and who needs other people?  Sounds like a perfect way for the human race to fall to the bottom of Darwin’s evolutionary tree.

SELFIE
(To tune of “Alfie,” by Burt Bacharach and Hal David from the 1966 film of the same name)

What have you become, Selfie?
Are you too much involved with yourself?
Look what you’ve become, Tally up the sum, Selfie?
You’re alone on your own private shelf
Are your happy there? Can’t help

Wondering aloud, Selfie.
Are you proud of the person you are?
Posing for a shot, give it all you’ve got, Selfie.
Facebook shines on you and you’re a star.

A heart grown bare.
One not even aware Selfie.
There’s people near
People who need other people
Loving people.

Love is meant for two, Selfie.
To love yourself and no one else, Selfie.
That’s not true love, but something else.
That’s narcissism, Selfie.

Put your phone down and just look around
There’s a world to be found, Selfie.
Oh Selfie!

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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TIME TWITTERED AWAY

With the help of Facebook and Twitter, Dr. Keith Ablow, suggests, “We are raising a generation of deluded narcissits.” See his Fox News opinion piece at: http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2013/01/08/are-raising-generation-deluded-narcissists. My reaction to his opinion is expressed in the parody lyric below.

TIME TWITTERED AWAY
(To tune of “She’s Funny that Way,” by Charles N. Daniels and Richard A. Whiting)

How does my face look?
Welcome on board
Follow my Face book
Fame’s the reward
I’ve got a feeling
Fools we may be
Time twittered away

No one is sparing
Trivial tales
Not one worth sharing
Weighing the scales
I’ve got a feeling
Fools we may be
Time twittered away

Every little thing you do or place you go, a post
Commentary on a life from one more boring host

What are we doing?
Where will it end?
All this pursuing
The casual friend
I’ve got a feeling
Fools we may be
Time twittered away

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, esquire
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