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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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Robots Are Coming
03:04
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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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10. |
Party Girl
04:19
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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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Blue Valentines
02:15
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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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Long Song, Loud Chorus
05:18
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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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Your tenderness
03:13
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15. |
Golden Carriage
00:23
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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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17. |
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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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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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