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Mall (All Over The World) - 2018 (Bedroom Demo #100)
Mall (All Over the World)
from the album DA album "Doppelgänger"

words and music: Terry Scott Taylor
©1983 Shape of Air Music, BMI

Mall all over the world
Mall all over the world...

Moving into the age of leisure
Where east meets west in a maze of pleasure
And why do we feel we can live forever?
Cos' they've piped in music of religious nature...

Mall all over the world
Mall all over the world...

How come you're sad, how come you cry
when golden arches cross your sky?
They're reminders of sweet bye and bye
This could be heaven when we die...

Mall all over the world
Mall all over the world...

Mannequin left! Mannequin right!
Do The Mannequin day and night
Elevator up, Escalate down
It spreads like the blob
It swallows your town

Mall all over the world  
Mall all over the world... 

Moving into the age of leisure
Where east meets west in a maze of pleasure
And why do we feel we can live forever?
Cos' they've piped in music of religious nature...

Mall all over the world
Mall all over the world...

guitar and vocal: T.S. Taylor

note:

When I wrote Mall (All Over The World) back in the day, I was envisioning, (hyperbolically speaking), the rapid sprawl of individual Mall structures eventually linking up to form a single hermetically sealed utopian bubble encompassing the entire globe. This Super Mall would be a kind of Consumer’s Paradise for which MacDonald’s “Golden Arches” would serve as a commonly recognized religious devotional icon, and the Mall’s muzak would be that of “a religious nature.” The Shopping Mall thus becomes mankind’s Universal Church, all of us faithful, glassy-eyed members of the congregation awestruck by its might, dominion, and the power it possesses to induce in us a sense of contentment and well-being — a heightened state of consumer bliss. I could go on and on about the religious overtones evoked by the idea of such a place, but you get the picture. Strangely, Walt Disney’s originally planned version of EPCOT was a Disneyland style self-sufficient bubble-domed (as I recall) community in which residents would live and work in an essentially carefree environment protected from the evils and the unpredictability of the outer world. In some sense, Uncle Walt would be its Creator-god, or at least its Moses leading us to the promised land. Uncle Walt’s original and overly ambitious vision gave way to a more humble design and hence we have todays EPCOT. For the other, let’s say more “unsettling,” side of this type of concept, you might want to consult George Romero’s 2004’s zombie horror movie “Dawn of the Dead.” Anyway, the whole world-wide Mighty Mall thing didn’t happen. Or did it?! (insert ominous musical “dun dun duuuun!”). With the advent of the internet, (world-wide web) we don’t need a brick and mortar pseudo-church encircling the globe. We have technology accomplishing the same thing. Technology is our Mall all over the world. Who’d a thunk it? As far as glassy-eyed parishioners go, have you had a look around you lately? Probably not if you’re one of its clueless cultists. In fact, to “look around” would be, if only temporarily, to sever ties with the divine connection to the omnipresent god who is giving you access to all you hold near and dear. Heresy! Blasphemy! Emoji! I happened to “look around” the other day myself. I was in my car driving down a street crowded with pedestrians and, I exaggerate not, the majority of people I saw there (including children) were either walking along or stopped and gathered in small circles of family or friends with their eyes, not on one another or their surroundings, but glued to tiny screens as their thumbs did the St. Vitus's Dance across minuscule keyboards. Mannequin left, mannequin right, do The Mannequin day and night. 

A number of years back while on tour I ran into an old acquaintance I hadn’t seen in years. We sat on a bench outside the hotel we happened to both be staying in and I was glad to get the opportunity to catch up with him. The feeling appeared to be mutual. He held his cell phone in one hand as he filled me in on what he’d been up to since we’d last seen one another, I would listen to him with attentiveness and interest. However, the moment I began to share with him my own journey, he started typing away on his phone, his eyes riveted to the screen. I assure you he wasn’t writing down my every word. This happened not just once, but every time I began to speak. At first I thought he was putting me on but it soon became clear that this was no joke. Finally I decided to stop in mid sentence just to see what his reaction would be. I waited for about half a minute and when he failed to look up or ask me to continue my story, I told him I had to get going. Never taking his eyes away from his little silver and black idol, he muttered a distracted “later” and I left without another word spoken. Maybe texting him during our visit together would have been a more effective means of communication. Anyway, this incident left me somewhat shocked, angry, and sad.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no Luddite. There is so much that I truly value in regard to our technological advances, but this kind of disconnect speaks volumes on what we are losing along the way. 

Okay, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, let’s move on. I’ve done an acoustic version of “Mall” here for you fine folks, and made enough changes to call this a “reinterpretation.” I’d go into more detail about the arrangement but someone’s calling me on my iPhone right now and if I don’t pick up this second…well…. I’ll just die!  

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