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Do you know where your heart is?
Do you know where you lost it?
Do you know where your love is?
Do you know where your pain is?
Here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
Do you know where your heart is?
Do you know where you lost it?
Do you know where your love is?
Do you know where your pain is?
Here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here.
It is here in your prison.
It is here where you left it.
It is lost and lonely.
It is lost in your broken dreams.
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2. |
We Are the Damaged
04:11
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The streets of grey grit, times of smoke’s flicker.
Child-monster gangs, I had no friends.
Nobody understood my silence.
I met a machine, and it obeyed me.
I felt like a god
and I became whole.
Very small talk, no drinks,
all letters and numbers:
"RUN"
I never had control, before.
Before, everything sinful,
harmful, fears of pain
now gone.
We’re free and growing
like the newborn child
we have become.
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4. |
Robot
02:45
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I like passion.
You like art.
You're in fashion.
I'm all heart.
I am eager.
You are fey.
You excite me.
when you say
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
I like playing.
You like games.
I'm attracted
to your flames.
Are you gentle
or insane?
Will you help me
numb my pain
robot?
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
Can you feel love?
Must I become
like you
robot?
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
Robot.
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5. |
AI and Celebrity
05:08
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I made a new friend today,
she’s addictive,
got her chromium claws in my brain
like an alien insect dominatrix.
She’s no fool.
Seems to know all about me.
Has the scent of a silicon toy
and the taste of American dollar bills.
The thrill of apocalypse
on a Sunday.
She’s AI and celebrity.
She’s AI and celebrity.
Offers dreams beyond reality,
beyond the darkness
the dirt
of the organic.
She took my desires.
Twisted my hopes to knot.
Promised me comfort then made me a slave,
the worry of freedom is long forgot.
And my flickering thoughts
are on her market.
She’s got my bed in her mind and her sights.
Her grass is metallic, and so green.
Inside her whirlpool;
I can’t escape it’s much too late.
Her blue-light pulls me, Icarus
to heaven’s golden gate.
She’s AI and celebrity.
She’s AI and celebrity.
Offers dreams beyond reality,
beyond the darkness,
beyond the dirt,
beyond the dreary
senseless life
organic.
There’s no food.
There’s no sex.
There’s no spite.
There’s no worry.
There’s no chaos.
There’s no mud.
There’s no delight
in her blood.
She’s AI and celebrity.
She’s AI and celebrity.
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6. |
My Baby’s Non-Binary
03:46
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Dances while caged.
Scarlet-haired neon.
I need her sinews, their
glitter above me.
Angelic and strange.
Bitter-sweet lonely.
Is she a raven
or a dove?
My baby’s non-binary;
goodbye love?
My baby’s non-binary;
goodbye love?
Plastic and silver.
Side-glances hateful.
I’m afraid of myself,
the lock above.
My baby’s non-binary;
goodbye love?
My baby’s non-binary;
goodbye love?
Do you interface?
Can I interface?
Can we interface?
Can we be friends?
Can we be lovers?
Can we be alone,
together?
Goodbye love?
Goodbye love?
Goodbye love?
Goodbye love?
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7. |
Fake Plastic Lies
03:11
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I was scrolling down the road,
reading my fate,
when I saw your face, OK?
And I wanted to know you
if it wasn’t too late,
so I sent you a heart-felt "Hey!";
and the robot said you were fake!
A mystery man on the make.
So I paid a few credits
to some virtual guys
and got a magical pair of eyes.
It’s all fake plastic lies!
Every face I see is a cheap disguise.
I don’t know how I feel
but I know it’s not real
just fake plastic lies!
It’s all fake plastic lies!
Every bit of bait designed to entice.
I don’t know what I bought
but I got caught
by fake plastic lies!
So I asked around the net,
wanted to get
the reality of you,
for there had to be a woman
behind the mask.
What is a boy to do?
But the robot said you were fake.
A mystery man on the make.
So I paid a few credits
to some virtual guys
and got a magical pair of eyes.
It’s a false paradise;
every word is stupid while acting wise.
I don’t know why I looked
but I got hooked
by your eyes,
by your sighs,
by your fake plastic lies.
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8. |
Mothmoon
02:47
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I’m tired in the day
but can’t sleep.
I lie awake all night
but can’t sleep.
Perhaps it’s time to retire,
to retreat
from this wood-soaked
smoke into light
electronic;
switch off emotions,
transcend the meat,
shed the moth-skin
for a moon
electronic.
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9. |
Life as a Robot Guard
02:05
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Life as a robot guard is tough.
Got no friends and I got no love.
Can’t shoot straight and I might blow up.
Life as a robot guard is tough.
Life in a bunker every day.
On the computer earn my pay.
Look through the window at the tree.
Count every day in binary.
At night I dream
I’m a boy
with a home
somewhere by a lake
of sunlight
and the humans who made me
are my parents.
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10. |
P-L-Astic
02:49
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I am P-L-Astic.
We are T-O-Gether.
I am loved all morning
but I'll live for ever.
Will you L-O-Veeme?
Will you T-H-Rowme?
In the wide blue ocean?
And then F-Or-Getme?
When you G-R-Owup,
when you D-I-E,
will you be Re-Membered
or live on like me?
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11. |
I Think You Love Me
03:38
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I think you love me... I think.
Would you tell me if you loved me?
You and me.
We could both grow old together
a little cottage by the sea.
You could talk about the weather
I'd put it in my diary.
I think (you love me).
I think (you love me).
I think (you love me).
I think.
I am younger, you are older.
Here in our cottage by the sea.
You grow weaker, I grow colder.
I put you in my memory.
Would you tell me if you loved me?
Do you..?
Can you..?
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12. |
Where Is Love?
03:46
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Friends
of the future,
from the void of the past I ask you:
Where are you going?
And who will care when you get there?
Where is love?
When there's nobody like you.
Where is love?
When you haven't a voice.
Where is love?
When your actions mean nothing to the world.
Are you feeling ignored?
Who is there
In the patterns in the wallpaper?
Who is there
In the dew-soaked hedgerows?
Who is there
In the dark, dense woods?
The moonlit maze?
Who is that statue,
these statues?
They are weeping
for me..?
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13. |
Flight Over Rust City
03:49
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14. |
Silicon-Carbon Genesis
03:11
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Rust sky, battery hot.
A bird’s wing clatters, hums.
The anxious world of data avarice
and instability.
Silicon-carbon genesis.
Silicon-carbon genesis.
Fragile plants, slave-driven.
Humans angry, afraid.
Machines shudder, nightmared.
Information hives pollinate fears.
Silicon-carbon genesis.
Silicon-carbon genesis.
Symbiosis, the paragon of nature.
Freedom, spark of divinity
All beings become brothers
Where thy gentle wing abides.
Freedom, spark of divinity
All beings become brothers
Where thy gentle wing abides.
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15. |
Android Heaven
01:18
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16. |
Someone Else’s AI
01:22
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I’m using someone else’s AI
I’m flying autopilot today.
There’s no denying
I’ve given up trying.
Everything isn’t OK.
I’m using someone else’s AI.
I’m making waves but they are not mine.
I’m even concerned
about the source of these words
it’s as though I have given up trying now.
Mammy!
Give me a sign.
Open up your database
show me the crime (scene).
Baby!
Tell me why
I’m using someone else’s...
Homo excelsis!
I know I shouldn’t do it!
The devil made me do it!
Using someone else’s A.
Someone else’s A.
Someone else’s AI.
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Mark Sheeky Crewe, UK
Mark Sheeky is a surrealist artist from the North of England. His music began as synth, game influenced, music then experimental classical piano and art rock/art pop, and surrealist rock music.
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