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Meat Robot
03:02
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One day in Florida, excited calculators, dangerous formula. Put it in the water. Put in the water, to eat the fish, no fish then? To drink the drink the water. To drink the drink the water.
Now lost in Marianas, now learn what one don't talk! But come back haunted hunter! Ghosts in the belly now! Ghosts in the belly! No want no sleep, not sleepy! No want no sleep, not sleepy!
So where in Camelot? Stode the ground now shed the water. Now walking very faster! Put it in the camera! Put it in the Camera! To feed the weak the weak then...Oh to feed them...Oh to feed them!
So...Man made man...Meat Robot!
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Hero
01:43
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Pain, you hear I'm in the city. Blame, I hear you cough a big choke. Shame, hero under concrete, shit instead of blood, hate instead of reason.
Shy, you never got accepted. Why? You're so highly educated. Cry to think of who you might be, tear in one eye, finger in the other!
Something is wrong in my head. Its all gone wrong in my head. I'm all alone in my head, in my head, in my head.
Lame, you're limping, what a pity! Fame! You're miseries a big joke. Plain, you're lives are under-rated, walk instead of running, jump instead of tight rope. Shy, you never got attended. Bye! We all got on the elevator. Die to think of who you might be. Fear in one eye, failure in the other!
Something is wrong in my head. Its all gone wrong in my head. I'm all alone in my head, in my head, in my head.
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Black Fly
02:22
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Weight, clay, blood, space. Blind, shame, black, shapes.
Sky, waste, earth, flame, seas, steam, lost, faith.
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Invisible Cyclops
01:45
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Black fly! I am the cyclops! One good eye. Reptile, constant adapter, now communicating.
Wild. Suns. Fire. Blood. Space, clay, breath, weight.
Three holes! I am the astronaut, not returning. Red cloud, black helicopter, invisible treachery!
Hide. Guns. Night. Run. Face, rain, self, hate.
Deep probe! Hide your robots! Crushed by gravity! Dead moon, dark matter, now collapsing.
Spy. Tongues. Flight. Stun. Race, brains, death, WAIT!
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Ego
02:21
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Sense no senses, they are numbing, something says my feet keep running, scarlet fingers dig scars deeper, I know not where I am going. Excrement of poison's past, fills the hallways in my head. Idle eyes makes bad reflections, thinking deserves close inspection.
Ego is no, I know you go, between what it is is so...that's where everything else goes, and the light that's in my head, makes me think omnificent!
Ears that hear no sound vibrating, eyes that see no light they're taking, take my tongue no sense its making!
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Wake up
02:19
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Wake up, I think it's time we make up, we're headed for a break up, unless you can stop time. This closeness exposes my neurosis, and here's my diagnosis: it's all in my mind.
Feelings raise the stakes, makes it all seem far too late. I wish that you would go, so I wouldn't feel quite so low. Now the time is come for you to tell everyone and death seams to creep up slow, that's the way it always go.
Wake up, I think it's time we make up. We're headed for a break up, No, you cannot stop time. wasted, what comes after play dead, silent love is faded, but it's alright this time.
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So Sentimental
03:27
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I'm eat your heart, so sentimental. You screw my mind, soon to be mental. You're secret faces, I'm so detective. You're so spy, you must be well protected.
Used to be so hard...used to be so cruel...well isn't this the part I give it back to you?
You're eyes look far, so glass half empty. You spit through smile, crush me gently. The see-through space says "all things connected." If yours is mine, that's why I'm so defective!
You used to be so hard, you used to be so cruel, well isn't this the part I give it back to you?! You used to be so hard, you used to be so cruel, well isn't this the part I give it back to you?!
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Quiet music
01:23
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Everything turn to glass, the rest of it will collapse. Part of you turns to wood, now I think I wish I could.
Falling but it's shallow, sleeping. Baby human now is wakened. Here is future silent speaking. Eye is opened, skies are waiting.
Thoughts of a larger brain, calculates everything. The smallest is yet to pass, the larger is coming fast!
Pilots of the new way, listen! Nothing but the old way mentioned. Words not working, bad intention. Silent future, quiet music!
Two of the sacred three, spiraling energy. The movement described by math, the motion inspires the path.
Altered logic inspires reason, simple majick, empire's legions. Stone and water one together, blood and sky becomes the tether.
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Robot Dance Robot
01:24
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Oh No! You think I'm human?! These lips that never touch skin. Half a brain, half a life, have a piece of me. So what, I'm innocent.
Where'd the future go? Not love. Izzat whatchu meant?
Oh No! I'm black! Where's the rest of me?! Sentient, sentiment, simple symmetry. What's right? I don't wanna think about it. Oh! Yes! You're a mess, it's not up to me!
Split the best of me...tough love. Another perfect day!
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Clown Song
04:42
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There's a man inside your smile, he takes my ticket to your carnival, laughing as the ghosts that crowd around you now, play "all fall down."
Someone threw a knife, now all the cigarettes burn backwards and the clowns all paint the X's on each other's eyes, the serpents cry!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The Gypsy picks the splinters from the mouths of the ventriloquist who's holding back his feelings for the paper girl, her edges curl. The freaks all pass the book between the cages, through the bars they burn the pages, pictures keep them warm as ashes hide their faceless forms!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
No time to stop the show, the organs grinding to crescendo as the madness marches round the fire, elephants remember lies. Lions haven't eaten and their ropes are wearing thin. The swinging girl just went down, the fire goes up, the lights go out!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Finks! Winston Salem, North Carolina
Finks! is from Winston Salem, NC. Their music drawls and lurches, a staggering dance through a cartoon cyber-punk
landscape.
A unique soundtrack to a dystopian love story.
Finks! is John Blackburn, guitar and vocals. Teresa Blackburn, Drums. Liz Simmons, Vocals. Brian Doub, Guitar. Ryan Pritts, Bass. Andy Freakin Mabe, Trumpet, Sound Effects.
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