| The Birthday Massacre – Video Kid Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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The song is about Windows Vista. No, really. I'll explain. #Next phase, next craze, next nothing new. #Got the pretty boy, beat him up black and blue #Broke the sissy boy's teeny toy heart in two #Turned him in to a video kid like you Windows Vista: "next nothing new". It's XP (the pretty boy, because XP was the first Windows with excessive eye candy) with the color scheme changed around (including lots of black and blue). The 16-bit support (the sissy boy, because of its lack of power) has been taken out of the 64-bit version. The task of having 16-bit applications run was turned in (i.e. handed over) to a "video kid" (a geek, or, if it's a pars pro toto, the geek community) who will probably make an emulator to keep the old DOS games going. (maybe the bleeping noises at the beginning of the song allude to them) #I know you're just pretending #There's no window for escape #I know you see right through me #There's no promise left to break Though Windows Vista has a new UI, with translucent ("see through") windows, if you look beneath the surface it becomes obvious that it's still Windows (it's pretending to be something new). In spite of the new UI, almost none of the features that were planned at the beginning actually made it in. ("There's no promise left to break.") #Shot the pretty boy, killed him on commodore #Need a new game, need a new something more Windows Vista no longer works on older hardware ("older" being five years back). There are also lots of compatibility problems with older software ("need a new game"). If it does run, it will be slow, and hardware upgrades a necessity ("need a new something more"). #Got a new face, got a new way to score The new user interface #Got a voice like something I've heard before The Windows core is the same as it was. #The message misleading #We're lying, we're cheating #We're only repeating #The motions preceding Microsoft admits: Vista is nothing new. |
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