Tessa Fights Robots

by Tessa Makes Love

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    releases December 6, 2016

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Party Girl
6.
Long Song
7.
Anesthesia
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9.
Dancing with Dwarfs
10.
Golden Carriage
11.
Being a Woman and Not Having You
12.
Do You Remember Interlude
13.
Don't Put Me on a Fucking Conveyor
14.
I Want to Know You As a Computer
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releases December 6, 2016

Music and lyrics by Tessa Lena

Interlude With Robots (Una Voce Poco Fa) is based on an aria from The Barber of Seville (music by Gioachino Rossini and libretto by Cesare Sterbini).

Production, mixing and mastering by Tessa Lena

Album art: design by Tessa Lena, body painting by Derrick Little

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Tessa Makes Love New York, New York

Art is a microcosm of how we, people of the 21st century, are forced to walk in two worlds. In one world, we have marketing briefs, hipsters, Instagram, Grammy Awards, Craigslist and CNN. In another world, we are five years old, we are lying on our back on the green grass, and nobody can hurt us. ... more

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Track Name: Robots Are Coming
Don't bury me
Don't make me smile
Don't bury me, I am still alive, I was alive, I was alive, I was alive
Robots come to get me
And make me smile

Function like a normal individual who goes to work
And makes me smile
Happy individual who own a home and never fucks
And makes me smile
Sex is overrated

Don't bury me
Dont bury me
Don't bury me
Don't bury me
Dont bury me
Don't bury me

Sex is over
Track Name: Soul Eaters (You Are the Content)
Hating yourself for not being sick
Soul eaters, soul eaters
Look at that chick, she is so slick
Soul eaters, soul eaters

Go for the children, teach them to please
Soul eaters, soul eaters
Steal their sky and give back the disease
Soul eaters, soul eaters

CHORUS
There’s no soul, ask the scholar
Chew your content, wear your collar
There is no soul, ask the scholar
You are the content, you are the dollar!


Hating yourself for not being sick
Soul eaters, soul eaters
Jump in the circle, don’t be a dick
Soul eaters, soul eaters

Magical Tinder, swipe and be quiet,
Soul eaters, soul eaters
Love left the house, it got sick and it died
Soul eaters, soul eaters

CHORUS
There’s no soul, ask the scholar
Chew your content, wear your collar
Chew your content, wear your collar
There is no soul


I miss my soul
I miss my soul!
I miss my soul!
I miss my soul!

You are the content...
Track Name: When Boys Play Like There Is No Peace
Verse 1:

When boys play like there’s no peace
When girls play like there’s no love
I sit here in my room
And I miss you.

So good, so good it was so good
So bad, so bad it got, so bad,
I sit here in my room
And I’m happy.

Chorus:

Aaaaaaah
Aaaaaaah
Aaaaaaah
Ah


You are so beautiful and strange
You are going up and down
You are going up and down
And I miss you.

It will, I know it will… it won’t.
I did, I did and now I don’t.
I sit here in my room
I am happy

Chorus

When boys play like there’s no shame
When girls play like there is no hope
I sit here in my room
I sit here in my room
I sit here in my room
Track Name: House of Stupid
House of stupid has clowns and nurses,
House of stupid has iPhones and purses
House of stupid, house of stupid
Drives me nuts

House of stupid, the circus of under
House of stupid I helplessly wonder
House of stupid, house of stupid
Ate your guts

Chorus:
DJ from hell
Can you tell, can you tell?
DJ from hell
Can you tell, can you tell?
DJ from hell
DJ from hell
DJ from hell

House of stupid where friend is for hire
House of stupid where truth is a liar
House of stupid, house of stupid
What's your clout?

House of stupid, your selfie is tragic
House of stupid, no love and no magic
House of stupid, house of stupid
Let me out!

Chorus:
DJ from hell
Can you tell, can you tell?
DJ from hell
Can you tell, can you tell?
DJ from hell
DJ from hell
DJ from hell

Outro:
House of stupid, house of stupid, let me out!
House of stupid, house of stupid, let me out!
House of stupid, house of stupid,
House of stupid, house of stupid
Let me out!
Track Name: Before the Music Stolen
Before the music was stolen,
Before it was tied to bed
By a nurse with a china head
Whose lips were bleeding with honey –

Before her throbbing composure
Was kindly helped to its knees
And even allowed to please
The Master Decapitatress

Before a thousand ants
With eyes of perfect amber
Were summoned into the chamber
To witness the final bliss –

And then, she was painted over.
A cold, and sightly tickly brush running between her shoulder blades,
And then, down her spine, and then –
It was over.

And where she used to be,
There was this giant smiling boob,
Ready to please the whole town,
Ready to drown in piss and drool.
Before the music was murdered,
I was not homeless.
Track Name: So Meta, Big Data: The World in a Nutshell
The world in a nutshell:
There is a bunch of metaphorical walking dead
Who figured out a way to
Siphon your creative energy,
And turn it into money for them.

They are stealing your freedom,
And turning it into money for them.

And you,
You invite them to your conferences,
And you quote their books.

They are stealing you freedom.
They are turning you into robots, and yet,
You keep hoping that
They will somehow elevate you.

They are training you to act like viruses.
You can no longer enjoy anything
Without feeling the anxiety
To immediately share, share share
To be relevant, to exist

You share, share, share,
And make a ton of advertising money for them.
You know that you re doing it, right?

You have nothing of your own,
You have nothing,
You keep nothing to yourself,
Your soul is theirs.
It's all public,
Your soul is data to them,
Dry and loveless.

There is nothing sacred to them.
They have figured out a way
To turn your love
Into money for them.

There is nothing sacred to them.
But you know, you know of course that you are sacred, right?