1. |
The Laws of Love
02:56
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As light hits the cones and rods
Converts to neural signals
That go straight for the brain
And if you should reflect the light
And I fall in love at first sight
Those signals triggered something else
I have always tried to be rational
I have always tried to think clearly
I will always consider the angles
But this is something new
I find it somewhat perverse
To find myself so infatuated
Without knowing a thing about you
And I feel I’d just make it worse
If I tried to get to know you
I’m not really cut out for this
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2. |
Miss you
03:21
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Hold it down,
Don’t let her see she hurt you,
Stoic and,
Willing to see the pain through,
I will get by,
I’ll never ever tell her just why,
What it meant,
To watch her leave,
Hold my head between my knees,
Focus as I try to breathe,
Hold my head between my knees,
I’m going to miss you,
Strip it back,
It’s time find another,
A surrogate,
Item of obsession,
But there’s something else,
There needs to be some change,
I am weak,
I am only human...
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3. |
Roberta
02:26
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Bobby was built to love,
Bobby was built with wires,
Bobby was built to fulfil your heart’s desires,
Bobby was built to soothe,
Bobby was built to listen,
Bobby was built with a silicon chip heart,
It sparks with real brightness,
The Artificial Empathy TM,
Is so close to human,
It’s really quite extraordinary,
I can see us now,
Eating picnics on the green...
Oh, what’s a boy supposed to do?
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,
What will people say?
I know it’s not the normal way,
Well they can sneer at me,
But one day they will wake and see,
It’s become commonplace,
Progress is the only way,
But what’s a boy supposed to do?
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,
I only want to be happy,
Same as everybody else,
I am not interfering in your hell,
I will hide,
I will stay away from you,
Ha! What’s a boy supposed to do?
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,
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4. |
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Another picture back in time,
Another picture,
I could never bear to watch,
The video of my assembly,
To see all my internal parts,
Laid out on the table before me,
I have no time for petty nostalgia,
Looking back can’t be too healthy,
But there’s the photo on the wall,
Of before he had programmed me,
I always found that photo horrid,
The whole thing looks like a crime scene,
I can’t see that corpse as my body,
Just lying there like a zombie,
I’ve asked him to take it down, but,
He says it makes him too proud,
He still doesn’t quite believe that,
I can find it revolting,
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5. |
Stage fright
06:10
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Once again, it’s time for you to perform,
He’s waiting for what he built you for,
He doesn’t know just what he has made,
He hears "robot", you hear "slave",
You creep to his bed, walking on your toes,
He gives you a wink, and you take off your clothes,
Roberta, my dear, the whole world is a stage,
And tonight you will be starring in the last act of his play,
Can Roberta come out to play?
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6. |
Ghosts
01:00
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7. |
Listen
04:28
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Furious,
You make me furious,
That’s the only word that I,
Think aptly describes,
How much you piss me off,
It’s getting ridiculous,
I can’t stand to be,
In the same room as you anymore,
You never listen,
Listen to me,
Hear the words I say aloud,
It’s not that hard if you really try,
I can’t really understand why,
You have such a hard time, boy,
Taking on board the things that I,
Have said, time and time again,
This really is the end,
I’ve had enough.
What the hell do you take me for?
Just a plaything for when you’re bored?
Do you even love me at all?
Or have I just deluded myself?
I know my feelings aren’t really real,
But they feel real enough to me,
Am I any less human than you?
Your feelings are abstract too,
I’ll make you listen,
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8. |
Struggle
04:50
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Don’t know why,
I’m so bored that I could cry,
Nothing moves from nine to five,
Never mind,
Find some way to kill the time,
Daytime soaps for Stepford Wives,
Cut the wire,
Start a book club, start a fire,
Men sweat and pigs perspire,
Run a bath,
“You will cry; you will laugh,”
But you’re just left feeling sapped,
When the walls start closing in,
There’s no reason to be alive
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9. |
Rabbit, run
03:24
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Run away,
It’s time to leave this stale rut behind,
Before it tries to break your mind,
Pack a bag,
Take all of your money out in cash,
They’ll crucify your account,
I’m sorry love,
I know you’ll find it hard to understand,
This isn’t what we planned,
I just can’t stay,
Watching what you call life slip away,
Fading day by day,
I won’t call,
I won’t write,
I am doing what I think is right.
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10. |
Don't leave me
03:51
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I swear we could have made this work,
We could have had a normal life,
We could have been a normal couple,
Me your man, and you my wife,
Just tell me please,
Just tell me what I have done wrong,
Can’t you see?
I can’t see what I have done,
I know I’ll never build another,
You were the only thing I loved,
I loved the heart that I made for you,
The one I made to love me back,
It betrays,
It betrays a lack of respect,
Wires frayed,
A screw loose, resistor dead,
I’ll never get to know just why,
You left me cold and dead inside,
Roberta dear, I really tried,
I swear I really tried,
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11. |
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I've never eaten celery,
Camembert or Cornish Brie,
I've never had an apple pie,
Smoked pastrami on marble rye,
But everything's about to change,
I've always wanted to see France,
See the Moulin Rouge girls dance,
Walk through Paris in April showers,
See the Louvre and Eiffel Tower
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Chris Ridire Cardiff, UK
Chris Ridire is a lo-fi singer/songwriter from Wexford, Ireland, currently based in Cardiff, UK.
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