Tessa Fights Robots

by Tessa Makes Love

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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?
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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
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Anesthesia, anesthesia, Everybody wants anesthesia, I am the only human being Left alive on Earth. Everybody wants entertainment, Well provided entertainment, Well-secured entertainment, I am fucked from birth! I am fucked, but I am right, And I am going for the fight. I spit on robot, I cry a bit. And then I go to bed with them And in their bed I am staying strong, I make them think I go along But there's one thing they don't suspect And that's that they will never forget me CHORUS: And in their robotic dreams They will want to be like me They will wish they could feel They will wish they could love In their sleep they will cry Making face strangely wet But before they get up, They forget, they forget, they forget... They forget, Good Morning, honey! Little baby, baby robot, Little baby, anesthesia Baby robot, come to mama, Come to mama, get your treatment Little baby, baby robot, Come to mama, anesthesia. She will make you not remember She will love you, love you, love you CHORUS: And in your robotic dream, And in your robotic dream You will wish you could feel You will wish you could love In your sleep you will cry Making face strangely wet But before you wake up, You forget, you forget, you forget... What's the matter, why are you crying? Little baby, baby robot, It was nice for me to know you, It was nice for me to love you, It was nice for me to.... Baby robots, find your mamas, Find your mamas, get your treatment. They will give you anesthesia, They will love you, love you, love you, love you.....!
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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!
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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...
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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.
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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
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I want to know you as a computer, Forget the Biblical sense. I want my perfect device to read your heart rate. I want my perfect device to know your brain waves. New intimacy, on display. New connections, All digitized. New sky, in perfect 3D, And yes, for 3.99 you can edit the color, And for additional ten you can move the ad to the right. Do you like it? New intimacy For the people. Your momma's fears were silly! It all worked out.
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It doesn't matter what you create If you have no fun Pretty girl, put down your pen, come here, I'll tell you how it's done. I can drink, I can dance, in the dark Can't you see? CHORUS: I am a party girl, do a twirl See my lips, how I move, can't you tell I am a natural? Life of a funny girl, sexy girl, Make you laugh, want me bad, Now I feel so much better. What did you do last night? Oh, I went out so late, now I am tired So, what did you do last night? Oh, I went out so late, now I am tired. CHORUS In the back of a car, I just met them tonight, and I feel like such a star. What's your name? What's your art? Can't you see My broken heart? CHORUS I used to cry, but now I don't have the time I used to cry, but now I don't have the time I used to be so fragile but now I am so wild, so wild, so wild.
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Do you remember how I asked you if I could trust you? Do you remember how you said, 'Of course, you can trust me, I have faith in you!' "I have faith in you,' you said, 'Of course you can trust me.' Do you remember how you lost everything, and I was there for you? Do you remember the girl who you fucked? Do you remember the girl who you fucked when I trusted you?
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Do you remember How you came to my rescue? Do you remember How you stood by my side? Do you remember How I wasn't so lonely In my dreams You don't remember The man you never became Do you remember All the tunes that you played me? Do you remember How you breathed on my face? Do you remember How I wasn't so lonely All the time You don't remember The man you never became The party's on, my ass is fine, everything is alright The party's on, my ass is fine, everything is alright The party's on, my ass is fine, everything is alright I am dying I am dying I miss you And I don't know how to cure the pain I miss you But I guess, love just is not my domain I will grow old, And I'll still be alone Cuz I don't want Just somebody to hold And I miss you, You explained to me, it's all in my mind, I know but I miss you Though distractions are so easy to find You so hurt me, And you said it's my fault But I don't want just somebody…. I am dying I am dying The party's on, my ass is fine, everything is alright The party's on, my ass is fine, everything is alright The party's on, my ass is fine, everything is alright
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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.
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I want to know you as a computer, Forget the Biblical sense. I want my perfect device to read your heart rate. I want my perfect device to know your brain waves. New intimacy, on display. New connections, All digitized. New sky, in perfect 3D, And yes, for 3.99 you can edit the color, And for additional ten you can move the ad to the right. Do you like it? New intimacy For the people. Your momma's fears were silly! It all worked out.

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released March 17, 2017

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).

Blue Valentines: Music and lyrics by Tom Waits.

Party Girl: Music and lyrics by Michelle Gurevich.

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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