In 2024, I look around, see the world has changed
Since the days of 89, some things just can't be replaced
We've lost the art of waiting for the dial-up to sing
The joy of flipping through channels, the simplicity of everything
Echoes of 89, where did you go
In 2024, we feel the undertow
From cassettes to streaming, from letters to likes
We traded depth for instant in this digital night
The malls are quiet, where teens once roamed
Now we shop with algorithms, alone in our homes
Handwritten notes, the smell of a bookstore
Replaced by text, the e-books, and more
Echoes of 89, where did you go
In 2024, we feel the undertow
From cassettes to streaming, from letters to likes
We traded depth for instant in this digital night
The malls are quiet, where teens once roamed
Now we shop with algorithms, alone in our homes
Handwritten notes, the smell of a bookstore
Replaced by text, the e-books, and more
Privacy, patience, the art of slow
In 2020, 24, where did these go
The world at our fingertips, yet we feel so small
In pursuit of connection, we've lost it all
The Berlin Wall fell, freedom was won
Now we build walls with our screens, isn't it fun
We've lost the unity, the global cheer
For hashtags, trends, and cyber fear
Echoes of 89, where did you go
In 2024, we feel the undertow
From MTV's first music note to social feeds
Our attention's remote
But maybe in the echoes, there's something we find
A reminder of what we've left behind
In 2024, we can still choose to cherish the past
While we build the new
John Skelley - Echoes of '89 Lyrics
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In 2024, I look around, see the world has changed
Since the days of 89, some things just can't be replaced
We've lost the art of waiting for the dial-up to sing
The joy of flipping through channels, the simplicity of everything
Echoes of 89, where did you go
In 2024, we feel the undertow
From cassettes to streaming, from letters to likes
We traded depth for instant in this digital night
The malls are quiet, where teens once roamed
Now we shop with algorithms, alone in our homes
Handwritten notes, the smell of a bookstore
Replaced by text, the e-books, and more
Echoes of 89, where did you go
In 2024, we feel the undertow
From cassettes to streaming, from letters to likes
We traded depth for instant in this digital night
The malls are quiet, where teens once roamed
Now we shop with algorithms, alone in our homes
Handwritten notes, the smell of a bookstore
Replaced by text, the e-books, and more
Privacy, patience, the art of slow
In 2020, 24, where did these go
The world at our fingertips, yet we feel so small
In pursuit of connection, we've lost it all
The Berlin Wall fell, freedom was won
Now we build walls with our screens, isn't it fun
We've lost the unity, the global cheer
For hashtags, trends, and cyber fear
Echoes of 89, where did you go
In 2024, we feel the undertow
From MTV's first music note to social feeds
Our attention's remote
But maybe in the echoes, there's something we find
A reminder of what we've left behind
In 2024, we can still choose to cherish the past
While we build the new
Since the days of 89, some things just can't be replaced
We've lost the art of waiting for the dial-up to sing
The joy of flipping through channels, the simplicity of everything
Echoes of 89, where did you go
In 2024, we feel the undertow
From cassettes to streaming, from letters to likes
We traded depth for instant in this digital night
The malls are quiet, where teens once roamed
Now we shop with algorithms, alone in our homes
Handwritten notes, the smell of a bookstore
Replaced by text, the e-books, and more
Echoes of 89, where did you go
In 2024, we feel the undertow
From cassettes to streaming, from letters to likes
We traded depth for instant in this digital night
The malls are quiet, where teens once roamed
Now we shop with algorithms, alone in our homes
Handwritten notes, the smell of a bookstore
Replaced by text, the e-books, and more
Privacy, patience, the art of slow
In 2020, 24, where did these go
The world at our fingertips, yet we feel so small
In pursuit of connection, we've lost it all
The Berlin Wall fell, freedom was won
Now we build walls with our screens, isn't it fun
We've lost the unity, the global cheer
For hashtags, trends, and cyber fear
Echoes of 89, where did you go
In 2024, we feel the undertow
From MTV's first music note to social feeds
Our attention's remote
But maybe in the echoes, there's something we find
A reminder of what we've left behind
In 2024, we can still choose to cherish the past
While we build the new
Writer: John Skelley
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