1. |
Circuitry Deep
04:11
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Dreams of a fully autonomous workforce
Chasing the mechanized prize like a racehorse
Puritan hatred of earth and the flesh
Interconnected disembodiment
I don’t need flags and don’t need Mondays
There ain’t no freedom to find on the highways
Roll the totality into a ball
Jam up the gears of the all against all
Marketeers dream new inventions
Landfills take up six dimensions
Travesty factory, ghostquake eclipse
The end of the world at your fingertips
Depth reduced to mirrored surface
Electricity is nervous
Bitmap breakdown, deep unease
Freaky leaky frequencies
Dimension compression
Survival of the flattest
Entrepreneurial house stripper
Flipper acrobatics
Weaponized justice unforgiving
The right to a life but not to a living
Weal cohesion, IQ flight
None of your wrongs add up to a right
Smooth cascades of information
Humming birds swarm a radio station
Algorithms at work in your sleep
Beauty is only circuitry deep
The atmosphere is rusted
And the Saints are maladjusted
Prosperity is busted
But hustle like your trust it
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2. |
Ghost Can
03:19
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Ghost Can
Haunted by the future
Haunted by the past
Haunted by modernity
Calculators crash
Haunted by complexity
Haunted by convenience
Threads of electricity
Haunted by your genius
Haunted by the weekend
Haunted by tomorrow
Haunted by enjoyment
Who has time for sorrow?
Haunted by assembly lines
Haunted by the shipments
Haunted by your paradigms
Haunting is our business
Haunted by your solid state
Haunted by your diskette
Obsolete technology
Shining in the sunset
Haunted by the highway wind
Haunted by the traffic
Glass and metal glistening
Almost pornographic
Haunted by the zeros
Haunted by the ones
Haunted by the lullabies
Broadcast by dying suns
Haunted by the distances
That mock our sense of purpose
Haunted by the tightrope stars
Haunted by the circus
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3. |
Big Jim
03:56
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4. |
Entertainment
04:36
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Entertainment
I watched a film called Do or Die
Where everyone was bluffing
While trapped inside a waiting room
That restless feet were scuffing
They disemboweled the furniture
And sifted through the stuffing
All just to refute the fact
That something rhymes with nothing
I came to a place where the highways spawn
And devour themselves in an infinite loop
Marauders were filling their pockets with water
At the free sample lounge at the focus group
Delivery vehicles parked in the graveyard
Lit up the fog with their hazard lights
A parade of corpses followed directions
As insomnia artists worked on through the night
By suppertime I might unwind
And wonder where the days went
No one likes the modern world
But we like entertainment
So dance…
They built a highway through the fields
Where ignorance was sleeping
And named it after some old judge
Whose favour they were seeking
The ravens gathered overhead
And would not stop their shrieking
While out beside the prison gate
A young mother was weeping
They gave me a job guarding the pylons
Making sure nobody parked near the jail
I smuggled in post cards and pieces of candy
To all those whose crime was being too small to fail
I followed a glacier, my tongue was on fire
The oceans were rising from holes in my boots
The blistering sun was melting sky scrapers
Swarming with lawyers in business suits
I spent some time watching in exile and silence
As fools came and went in their luxury yachts
Supine in surplus, blinded by business
The important thing is to never get caught
We made the world noisy; we made the world ugly
And replaced it all with a substitute
I wrote a report in specialized language
And earned me a post at the Institute
By suppertime I might unwind
And wonder where the days went
No one likes the modern world
But we like entertainment
So dance…
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5. |
Echo Chamber
04:52
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Echo Chamber
I’m writing the song of the decade, please don't interrupt
The lyrics were chosen to entertain and instruct
The rhythm was stolen from a poet who was down on his luck
And the ink I used was designed to self-destruct
Don’t believe in violence but the riots made it hard to resist
After steering the weatherman’s face into somebody’s fist
All that they wanted was a comfortable place to exist
But the details are had to recall, let me check with my list
The scientists were certain that the problem had a technical fix
But the men behind the curtain were up to their usual tricks
Lining their pockets with rockets and stoking conflicts
Afterwards I was left sitting in a pile of sticks
The TV screen wired like a scarecrow is hard to ignore
Truth tried to make an appearance but was shown to the door
And both sides of the story were funded by King Nevermore
Who fed all the nouveau rich with the eyes of the poor
The digital wasteland is a plethora of satisfaction
Where what matters most is evoking some kind of reaction
Because the engines are stalled and the tires they don’t get any traction
But the race to the bottom is on by the laws of subtraction
I used to be so careful about how I wasted my energy
Analyzing and disguising all the details that didn’t want to see
Then naming and blaming everyone except the true enemy
Until the only one standing was someone who looked just like me
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6. |
Power Seller
03:31
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7. |
Mostly Monster
04:02
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Mostly Monster
I’m your demon lover
The one you can’t forget
The one you stay up searching for
On the Internet
I’m your lost forever
The one you can’t let go
The one you thought had found you
So many moons ago
I’m the object of your dreams
And I’m the gaze that haunts her
The fuel of all your worst extremes
Mostly monster
I’m the spook that made the monks
Retreat into their fortress
And I’m the call that made the knight
Go searching for his mistress
I’m the voice in paradise
That whispers ruination
And I’m the yearning in your heart
Soothed only by temptation
I’m the warp of every road
That makes your feet to wander
And I’m the ransom that was owed
Mostly monster
I’m not sure what all of these
Cancelled treatise meant
My reflection mirrors
The establishment
Breaking every promise
And reneging every deal
Then laying wast to everything
That I cannot steal
And picking through the wreckage
Like some giant lobster
I’m the ragged claws that clutch
Mostly monster
The civilizing impulse
Has never really taken
I thought it could be won by force
I guess I was mistaken
But it wasn’t me who tainted
Every good idea with violence
And repackaged rebellion
As servitude and silence
I demand your loyalty
Like some kind of mobster
In the guise of royalty
Mostly monster
Divorced from the lunar tide
And exiled from the glade
We work in the factory
Where distances are made
A splinter of eternity
Disturbs our exploitation
With excess and entropy
And threats of liberation
But what to do with all the wealth
That we refuse to squander?
It undermines our very self
Mostly Monster
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8. |
Glitchfolk
03:46
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Glitchfolk
Thinning out the margins
And deepening the grid
It used to be much easier
To keep the bodies hid
Loosening our tongues
And tightening out belts
Repurposing a world
That was built for someone else
Rising tides of information
Platform barons, tax evasion
Gasoline to wash the nations
Highway junkies jam the station
We are the glitchfolk
Dance ourselves sick folk
Nostalgic kitch folk
The tremble and twitch folk
We’re angry in love
And we’ll never get enough
Of the glitchfolk
Content is irrelevant
It’s quantity that counts
Today’s viral celebrity
Tomorrow you denounce
You can be an influencer
You can be a star
Just make sure your videos
Don’t push the edge too far
Make believe that we’re outsiders
World wide web is made of spiders
Circulating through the wires
Harvesting our deep desires
We are the glitchfolk
The old bait and switchfolk
The imperfect pitchfolk
The allergic itchfolk
We’re angry in love
And we’ll never get enough
Of the glitchfolk
In the age of traffic jams
The median is the message
You can host my memories
Just give me a percentage
I’m courting immortality
With all my daily tweets
Future anthropologists
Will catalogue my beats
Searching for the lost Atlantis
Swaying like a praying mantis
Touchscreen pipe dream, flat enchantress
Heart you; isn’t that romantic!
We are the glitchfolk
The never getting hitched folk
The beguiled and bewitched folk
The dig your own ditchfolk
We’re angry in love
And we’ll never get enough
Of the glitchfolk
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9. |
Night Ride
04:14
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10. |
Powerline
04:04
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Powerline
Powergrid
Mainline
Integrated circuit
System wide
Redesign
Change it while you work it
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11. |
Arcade Jam
04:35
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Inkfingers
Inkfingers sequences words and music in response to the alarming fact that anything exists at all.
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