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L'Homme Robotik

by Spark Lights The Friction

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Evolution Transformation Mechanization Mechanization Actualize the automaton in thee Cultivate a will of machinery Mechanize human recourse to be Give life to robotic humanity Why have we come this far Because the algorithm said so Going under to become over What now are we supposed to Be When All Is Gone over to the machines Because the algorithm said so Going under to become over What now are we supposed to This purpose; terrible This change; ineffable This crucible will burn away All that is not This purpose; fallible This change; malleable Mechanize thy will to be My intellect Just a souvenir Of human Consciousness Convolution Evolution Transformation Mechanization
2.
Ruled By rage Man of two fates I Inverted Vulnerable With my will alone to power Invulnerable am I, only in the heel For marching uphill Pushing rocks Opposite of Impervious For marching uphill Pushing rocks Inverse of Achilles Sisyphus Pushing upward with the will To create beyond ourselves
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(instrumental)
4.
They want us all dead or in their lie Strip-mine, to remove all zest from me My mind, will to harvest what is theirs To bare the fruits of tomorrow today Reversal The tables turn Exclude all those who uphold No, no, no The common ethic Destroyers reap the harvest I level my scythe right at you Reversal The tables turn Exclude all those who uphold Complacency Won't infect me Realize, with pain, there's much to gain Destroyers reap the harvest I level my scythe right at you I won't relent Until it ends When will I win It begins again They want us all dead or in their lie Strip-mine, to remove all zest from me My mind, will to harvest what is theirs To bare the fruits of tomorrow today
5.
Dream Apnea 02:58
Feeding thoughts and feelings to the flame Clarity of mind as the voice envelopes me Things in the dreaming turn to gray Lucid thoughts to drain those lies away And for every night I've been asleep The reality is I've been counting sheep All because of her dramatic deaths Suffocation as I gasp for breath But now I've fallen wide awake And I see her sleepwalk twitch for what it is I think she made a big mistake Her dream world sheep have Cleared the fence to jump over a cliff Sleeping Dreaming They're not the same thing Waking Seeing Her loss is my gain Cessation of respiration The cause for my eyes to open Her soporific droning I am wide awake now
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Skin Deep 04:46
We wear no better masks than our own faces We wear no better masks than our own faces We hide behind our lupine grins We wear our shallow words And our fickle affectations The masquerade becomes like skin The masks we wear become our own skin We walk no other path than our own traces We're always looking where we've been Convoluted search for origins Our expectations, obfuscated by our whims We wear no better masks than our own faces Another convolution Adds to the confusion Surface vs. depth Layer upon layer Another backwards stare Regress through our steps If I peel away, will it save me? When I open up, release me
7.
Last night in the graveyard spelled it out for me Bow down to the twilight Too late for the sunrise Masked in a memory made it easier Dues paid in a lullaby The pride swelling in both our eyes And we tried to work the others in Allegiance keeps us trained and obedient And no one's giving in You always forget me as the seasons change They promised to come back Won't settle for cutbacks Come with me forget what's chasing you You can't catch a bullet train Drag your feet and you'll end up just the same And we tried to work the others in Allegiance keeps us trained and obedient And no one's giving in No matter how hard we try We're always going to get by No matter what I say and do It's always up to you We've pointed out again and again what went wrong I'm chasing bullet trains til dawn See them burn on the horizon The heat still pushing me along The answers lie in all directions Anywhere but here Take steps For us to follow I'm reaching out In desperate hours Take steps For us to follow I'm holding my breath In desperate hours
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(instrumental)
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Soco 03:26
To give thought to all that's impossible Opens consciousness To all that's possible to think I think that Bataille, you really said it best That to be a human is to be a thing This confrontation opens what is left For us to feel without the "other" Distractions that Bataille, you really tried to set To share the experiences of the "other" I can't think of Any other way out Lost art of conversation Round and round again I can't think of Any other way out Lost art of conversation Fit of inspiration Round and round my head Do you understand How to wrestle with your own Materiality
10.
Take this curse from my hands My past breathes its last breath I remain Cold and sedate I refrain From indulgence I remind Myself in silence of what could have been But I'll forget nothing And die without a single regret Not this time Not in this life Not ever And I remember simplicity that I knew young And I know I will never be better off dead
11.
To dream my love away Is what the aim of this whole thing is And every time I fall asleep I wake up kicking and screaming And I don't even want this Wintermute, cold silence, c'est la vie Work of art among vendettas Cupid's arrow playing tricks on me No matter how we all try We'll never get along if we're singing the same song If everyone is in total agreement Then someone's not thinking What everybody is working for Is a Cinderella-glass-slipper perfect fit I'll trade my fairy tale shoes And make a break for it So what if I don't know all the answers Slipshod and makeshift And my dreams of love are lies Incomplete, but put together
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13.
Fuck Music 03:55
Take me while I'm freezing Rock me gently back awake Did we miss the last sunrise? I'm feeling nothing Must have died in my sleep Standing at the edge of town Lost but I'm breathing Let go and lost my grip Losing the hold Bracing the hit Forget my cradled fantasy That she'll be waiting patiently I know we'll never make it Sung in time no separation All I have to do is say these words Take time to check in with you I know we'll probably fake it I'm stuck on an obsession Busy with blood instruction Talking to myself Watch my blood flow freely Waiting for the twist and tear You've said a mouthful You've said a mouthful, baby

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Jon Peters - vocals, bass, acoustic guitar
Emmet Menke - drums
Grant Johnson - guitar, vocals, piano
Gym Heffernan - guitar, vocals

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released August 14, 2001

Recorded and Engineered by Don Zientara at Inner Ear Studios, Arlington, VA. May 1-7, 2001.
Except "Mai", "Orpheus", and "Re'jouissance" recorded by Grant Capes at Newhouse Sound Studio 3, Syracuse, NY. February - March 2001.

Layout and Design by Ken Adams (k3n.com)
Robotic Man drawing by Derik Goodmore
Logo icons by Jon Rose
Logo text by Jeremy Hughto
Photos by John Mckaig, Joel Dowling, and Kelly Missel

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