Uploaded October 2018 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
''Silicon Valley Blues'' from the album Darker Days.
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LYRICS:
You’ve kept it in the dark,
The secrets of the heart
But finally they will have you all figured out
What makes you laugh and cry,
They have it in their files
So they can add it up to your unique SP
After all is said and done,
You much rather be left alone
But someone’s got your number,
Someone’s got your e-mail
Someone puts a name on your door
Someone knows the things you’ve been longing for
All those digits aren’t illegit
They got it all mapped out for you
Someone puts a price on your head
Someone’s making sure that you’ve been well fed
And that status in hiatus won’t stay like that for long,
Not very long
This social psychopath,
All decked out in the bath
A shower head might well be a fly on the wall
I’m afraid to talk to you
I’m hoping that a text will do
Until I have to meet you again eye to eye
Could call it Orwellian,
He’s begging to be read again
Collecting all the data,
They catch up with you later
''Silicon Valley Blues'' from the album Darker Days.
Listen, merch store and all other links to Peter Bjorn and John:
bio.to/peterbjornandjohnYT
open.spotify.com/artist/6u11Qbko2N2hP4lTBYjX86?si=V1xu6_eLSqiA2KKK6oS-OA
peterbjornandjohn.com
https://x.com/peterbjornjohn/
instagram.com/peterbjornjohn
facebook.com/peterbjornandjohn
LYRICS:
You’ve kept it in the dark,
The secrets of the heart
But finally they will have you all figured out
What makes you laugh and cry,
They have it in their files
So they can add it up to your unique SP
After all is said and done,
You much rather be left alone
But someone’s got your number,
Someone’s got your e-mail
Someone puts a name on your door
Someone knows the things you’ve been longing for
All those digits aren’t illegit
They got it all mapped out for you
Someone puts a price on your head
Someone’s making sure that you’ve been well fed
And that status in hiatus won’t stay like that for long,
Not very long
This social psychopath,
All decked out in the bath
A shower head might well be a fly on the wall
I’m afraid to talk to you
I’m hoping that a text will do
Until I have to meet you again eye to eye
Could call it Orwellian,
He’s begging to be read again
Collecting all the data,
They catch up with you later
