"Algorithms" lyrics

Dostoevsky my old friend
Come and wake me up again
She was the error of my improvident youth
I moved to Georgia on a whim
That's how I used to live back then
I was the rakish vagabond women loved to try to fix
But you can't fix me
I don't need fixing

I belong to the old regime
I write my songs without machines
"Artificial Intelligence" is such a stupid phrase

I've got bigger fish to fry
Algorithms and Spotify
I ain't preaching I'm just saying how it is and how it ain't
But you don't listen
No time for listening

Tendinitis in both my knees
Probiotics and collard greens
I put powder in my hair and take all my vitamins
Oh, how my constitution fails me
Now that I'm pushing fifty
The irony ain't lost on me, red wine and melatonin
But I've been sleeping
With one eye open

I can't toe the party line
I need a little wiggle room
There won't be no sing alongs in the heaven of my mind
Don't sing along
This ain't that song
Don't sing along
This ain't that song