$stdout - 3AM In San Francisco
Lyrics below. A serious song about Silicon Valley's relationship to money.
It don’t matter if the value is real
The only thing true is revenue, keep making deals
Year over year, hockey stick growth, yeah that’s critical
We’re in a bubble on a pin at its pinnacle
We don’t really make money, we project money
It’s new app blackjack, place your bets money
Highs and lows, IPO then we’re set money
Billionaire CEOs still in debt
No free lunch but it’s catered by a chef money
That job hop every year for the next money
That WeWork, free shirts, all flex money
Here angels don’t protect, they invest money
How did we get here?
Not sure I’m content here
Feel the disconnect here?
Thumbing through monopoly money it’s all pretend here
Did we really make the world better in the end here?
Welcome to the valley everything can be sold
Truth be told, all this new s*** is getting old
Play your role, hopefully you make it out with your soul
Let the good times roll, our handcuffs made of gold
Welcome to the valley everybody gets paid
Keep an eye on that 409A, you know what I’m saying
Why do I get like 200K
While she’s teaching 5th grade and barely making a wage
I can’t complain