You Can Do Athletics, btw
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Applied Robotics
There is a shift in pace with new technologies
And I still underestimate the change of disease
Technology's now the opiate of the masses
And even I am posthuman now that I require glasses
And I'm wondering when it was that I became complex
And when small packets of software started having sex
It takes a little, it takes a lot
It takes a little, it takes a lot
Now we're always on our knees,
Held at ransom by the keys
And so I tried robotics, I applied robotics
I tried robotics, applied robotics
There is a shift in pace with new technologies
And I still underestimate the change of disease
It takes a little, it takes a lot
It takes a little, it takes a lot
Driving strapped in control,
I feel much better now I'm whole
So I tried (so, he tried)
Things are better when we try
So I tried (so, he tried)
Things are better when we try
We are nannied by machines and firewalling keeps us clean
Smiles made brighter by the screen and firewalling keeps us clean
And so we tried robotics, I applied robotics
I tried robotics, applied robotics
Bulimia Sisters
We compare knees under gaps in bathroom stalls
A cubicle to box in our shared control
I got a manicure just for you
We rely on each other: a sister or brother
We keep covering, keep on covering
Keep covering, keep recovering
We keep covering, keep on covering
Keep recovering
I must apologise and that's okay if you apologise
We share your secrets, we sell your secrets
We buy your secrets...
I got a manicure just for you
We rely on each other: a sister, a brother
We keep covering, keep on covering
Keep covering, keep recovering
We keep covering, keep on covering
Keep recovering
I wash, you put away - the cleanliness of every day
Circuit Babies
10 PRINT "VENTILATOR"
20 PRINT "INCUBATOR"
30 PRINT "MONITOR"
40 GOTO 10
You're symbiotic in the womb
Can't disconnect maternal cords
Autonomy's impossible
But you belong to me
Electronics interrupt
The mother becomes the machine
In a heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat
The mimesis of a heartbeat
You belong to me
Ventilator, incubator, I am your monitor
Ventilator, incubator, I am your monitor
10 Print "Circuit Babies"
20 Goto 10
We're now synonymous, you are part of us
Veiny tubes to hold your hand
And you belong to me
Even when the baby dies
Life still exists synthesized
In a heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat
The mimesis of a heartbeat
You belong to me
Ventilator, incubator, I am your monitor
Ventilator, incubator, I am your monitor
10 Print "Circuit Babies"
20 Goto 10
You belong to me
CYT#1
I like to do something special with my Saturday night
They have renovated the Cumbernauld town centre
But only half of it
Modern boys and modern girls
The majority of my time is spent inside
With the modern boys and the modern girls
Or gathered round a bus stop
Maybe I'll head up towards B&Q
To DIY myself a way to leave you
Modern boys and modern girls
I like to do something special with my Saturday night
Drawing Anarchy Signs On Your Pencil Case Is Redundant
Drawing anarchy signs on your pencil case is stupid
Sorry, I take it back - it's just redundant
Duplicates
Left-handed scissors cut paper-chain authentics
Our hands-in-hand I look at my barcode
I mumble that the streets are all off-road
I am unique to sell unique
We edit -> undo
This is not a duplicate
The price is in the loss of quality
And every copy is a little worse
The sound skips to mono
The edges merge with the background
We edit -> undo
This is not a duplicate
This is not a duplicate
This is just a duplicate
Fat Elvis
Lying awake beside a fat Elvis
Behind the shades his eyes are closed
A costume accustomed, the symbol is the fatal
In circuses where clowns look fat
Try waiting here, sparks burn your eyes
The armour's tight, it's not your size
The passion's there where we left you
It's not your size, this isn't new
I watched and watch, I watch a fat Elvis
As time ushers in a new contender
Nostalgia has such a pretty price tag
Nostalgia - such a pretty price tag
A shimmer of pity surrounds a fat Elvis
A memory makes him our family
The cut-outs, the copies, the fatter in the latter
The formula in getting old
Try waiting here, sparks burn your eyes
The armour's right, it's not your size
The passion's there where we left you
It's not your size, this isn't new
Try waiting here, sparks burn your eyes
Sparks burn your eyes
Fear Of Words
I've got a fear, it's words I fear
Words can be worse than they appear
A word's a bullet piercing me, text vitriol potentially
I am so scared I'm unprepared
To face the language I have heard
I take offence, context is weaning
In spite of the actual meaning
I've got a fear, it's words I fear
Words that I read, words that I hear
I'm scared to lose, I'm scared to win
Words are a shall and what's within?
Must not offend, must not insult, disfiguring the end result
I make words iconography - the word 'sex' is pornography
ABCDEFG - Wherein lies the pornography
I've got a fear of words!
ABCDEFG - Wherein lies the pornography
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
Filming Me Filming You
I waste film on you, filming you frame by frame
In nights in cold with colds we sniff to keep the mucus
Filming me filming you (a-ha!)
It cements the closeness that we feel apart
Without a compass, our north becomes repellant
Filming me filming you
The lens steams up - sexism into film
Our big legs projected in the winter
Filming me filming you
The lens steams up - sexism into film
A hand that points and directs by men
Filming me filming you
A ladder, a symbol
We see phallic everywhere
Goran Ivanisevic
I try, I fail
I fail, I try
To fail is art
To art is fail
I try, I fail
The past speaks volumes, volumes that we'll never read
It's safe to say, safe to say we'll never read
Self-belief is not something we like to feed
We like to feed, yeah, we like to feed
The past, well, it says less to us
Less than vaccuous tongues lapping safely
Pressing faded marks into global crotches
This transitory stain that disappears again
Wasting hours of my time doing star jumps in the gym
All to have, all to have a body like him
Wasting hours of my time doing star jumps in the gym
All to have, all to have a body like
Goran Ivanisevic
They try to shape you, twist and contort you
Skeleton keys are much more reliable
Chip, chip away at you, chip, chip away at you
They try to shape you, twist and contort you
Skeleton keys are much more reliable
Chip, chip away at you, chip, chip away at you
You're growing tits like Alan Turing
Wasting hours of my time doing star jumps in the gym
All to have, all to have a body like him
Wasting hours of my time doing star jumps in the gym
All to have, all to have a body like
Goran Ivanisevic
He tried, he failed
He failed, he tried
Goran Ivanisevic, it's time, I think, to make that switch
No masquerade in self-belief, Goran Ivanisevic
Goran Ivansisevic, you tried and failed, iconoclastic!
No masquerade for self-belief, Goran Ivanisevic
Heads Up Saloon
hole in your pocket - bad luck, a padlock
a pocket - a padlock
In The Graveyards
In the graveyards are families and friends
Staying for a while but eager to move on
Resting in vertical tombs that light up, light up at Christmas
They flicker in while people come and go
Through guilt mainly, through guilt mainly
And we're tribal in our vandalism
Our epitaphs in graffiti art
It scratches the cheeks and from the top it falls down
Our bald heads first we exit the womb
In the graveyards are families and friends
Every curtain drawn, every curtain drawn
And we're tribal in our vandalism
Our epitaphs in graffiti art
Where we once looked out now concrete stares
Less Than Three
All my sex takes place without a face
And alternates between lower and upper case
Mis-spelled between asterisks and dashes
Emoting sweats to scenario clashes
All the keys make less than three
I love my sex, it takes place without a face
The little skills that quicken the pace
Emoting sweats, emoting sweats
All the keys make less than three
We sit ageless with stumps we tap, tap, tap
A bodyless 21st century mishap
In spaceless rooms we pander sexless
In thinking less the self's repossessed
All the keys make less than three
We sit ageless with stumps we tap, tap, tap
Bodyless 21st century mishap
Emoting sweats, emoting sweats
All the keys make less than three
Napoleon Loves Josephine
Napoleon loves Josephine
You're rich in maturity, it gives me authority
It's only letters, but...
It's only text, but...
It is convenient and we are convenient
We're using each other and I love to use you
Napoleon loves Josephine
I take in everything and dabble out the bad
This is a pretty zoo, the portrait isn't you
And so what can I do?
We're using each other and I love to use you
Napoleon loves Josephine
You'll change a name to suit yourself
You'll change a name and shoot yourself
I'll take in anything and double up the bad
This is a pretty zoo, the portrait isn't you
And so what? So, what can I do?
This charade's built for two
We're using each other and...
Napoleon loves Josephine
You'll change a name to suit yourself
You'll change a name and shoot yourself
Networking
Networking everywhere
Not working anywhere
Networking
This route won't seem suspicious
Operated by machinery we all get very lazy
I despise the scenery
This route won't raise suspicions
The jobs are simply tasks
We all get very lazy
Control that circuits mask
Networking everywhere
Not working anywhere
Pylons & Other Modern Art
We're pointing upwards at all time
We build up and in circles - the architecture of the pupils
It's hard to read between the lines
They're second-hand and made of wood
I understand that it's understood
Rationale will let you down
A lamp-post towers overhead
An artificial form of light that we can reach with added height
I think we're heading underground
Because rationale has let me down
Because rationale has let me down
Rationale will let you down
Stretch Armstrong
I'm the kind of person who will bend in the middle
I will bend in the middle, bend in the middle
This Is Vanity
Vanity constructs me, vanity still haunts me
Am I still permanently seen as the other in between?
Yeah - this is vanity
Turning Heads
The traffic is murder
Worrying about an empty lilo
Caught in the cables, in cables it's caught
Escaping television is my decision
You turn heads, don't touch
Turning heads don't touch
I am aging around the eyes
My symptoms include apathy
Caught in cables, in cables I'm caught
The first incision is my decision
You turn heads, don't touch
Turning heads don't touch
We Doctors Diagnose Ourselves
Oh, I have a criminal mind
(Yes, he has a criminal mind)
Surgery on top of me
Eye slots, big hands, eye slots, big...
If ill, please note that we doctors diagnose ourselves
Healing beneath the surface
We scrawl life and death
Our cold inspection
In trust you yield, in trust you...
If ill, please note that we doctors diagnose ourselves
You Can Do Athletics, btw
You can do athletics
I've seen the doctor and the doctor's seen me
I'm fit and I'm healthy but inadequate with regards to athletic ability
"We can all be similar, personal achievement becomes communal
We'll share a trophy and merit to us all!
We can upgrade you, we will upgrade you
You can do athletics too!"
You can do athletics
He said nobody need be the underdog anymore
"Son, this is the future, all that's come before is a dinosaur."
He said I can do athletics, my kids can do athletics
And that our bodies are no restriction
He said this with conviction
"We can upgrade you, we will upgrade you
You can do athletics too."
You can do athletics
A race becomes a march when we're together at the finish line