A few people have asked about them, so here they are in order in their entirety. Again it can be downloaded for free here until this Thursday, so please tell your friends.
Machine
Awake alone, we let machines breathe for us. Don’t know where I am, but the machines are glorious. We let them work, do what they can. You’ll survive. So long ago, the crooks and thieves had left us. We had nowhere, but the machines protect us. We bite our nails, we bury our heads, and we lie. And we lie.
Leeches
I believe it’s broken. I’ve never seen a sky look quite like that before with my eyes wide open. Tonight we’ll show them, and do all the things we never thought we could before without those cold hands. We grow like old friends. We’re satisfied like leeches subsisting on your fluid heart. We swell and inflate in your heart. Tonight this parasite is welcomed to the dream.
Deadly Aria
Malevolent, haunting, and feared. Depression shivers shuddering to the centers of ours and yours. The pessimism pushes me to action. Unconscious reveries of our golden melodies, it powers on. And so we went. Banished by peers. If we had our livers we would follow to the letter these simple chores. The cataclysm delivers us to passion. Responsive cavities, we are drunk on programming, we power on the dead.
Teleport part 1
We’ve got to teleport. It’s our last resort. Got no life support. Visions aren’t metaphors. I crawled for thousands of miles just to be with you. Falling out of the sky is always difficult. We’ve got to teleport. It’s our last resort. Think I’ve bled before. The taste of dirt and my stomach is getting cold. Visions I recognize. Computerize myself just to make it home. Crawling into the fire is always ritual. We’ve got to teleport. It’s our last resort.
Info War
We stitch the mechanical babies with our digitized labour force. Mechanize, synthesize our own dysfunction. Schematics take hold of your digital implant. Your memory. Satellites make their rounds. Info war encroaches with it’s techno toys. Geneto boys in leisure suits and style. Tracking devices and celluloid life. Cardboard images make great pets. Your megalomaniacal genetecised global empire will implode. Floods in market trends, and WTO electric cars. Kill yourself or your boss. Satiated we are no longer violent. Drugged and whimsical. Our cubicles chain us to our deaths. Satisfied with our material excess, the psychopomp shall taste our will in a menagerie of light and sound. Floods in market trends, and WTO electric cars. Kill yourself or your boss.
Windmills stationed on Mars
Windmills. Scatter documents. Venom filled toxic wasteland. Scatter ashes. The victims. Mistakes were made. Prices paid. Consequences. Windmills.
Radio Capillary (my thermo-nuclear heart)
It’s out, we better get out of here. Cause I built something better here. It burns the sky at millions of degrees. We run, my blood’s burning everything. We run. We’ve seen it grow we see you love the risk. We’ve had our time we’ve had our love of this. Then why did you leave us like hollow fists? Why did you never believe in love? Why are we falling in emptiness? We burn the sky at millions of degrees. We run. My blood’s burning everything. We run. Why do we live as masochists. Run.
Energy
See our places in the sun. We remember every single time. When the people told us if we were boldest. They took their faces off. I remember when we were in love. I took her body every single time. And the creature told us. If we were boldest. That we would never die. Is all you’re energy gone? Not for long. There have been times when I believed, my life was all the things that I could see rather than what I know it as. This parlor trick it starts to get real old. I never face the life that I can see next to all the things I know. If we don’t have a reason, it’s cause we don’t have the time. Is all you’re energy gone? Not for long.
Someone
Who are you, to me? Who are you? I cut myself and lay down in the grass. Now who the fuck are you? Who? I’ve sacrificed my answers. Oh well. They’re fake just like the others. The others in this world are all empty. All empty. I’m late, to cut myself and lay down in the grass. Yeah who the fuck are you? Who?
Plight of an Iraqi
See through my sleepy eyes and the painful things you see, jump off the walls at me. As I close my eyes, explosions faintly. They’re screaming things at me. All will be all right, their bullhorns say to me, as I’m left lonely. Lonely. As my small world sleeps they’re bombing everything. Like flashing lights to me. I had hoped that they would see an end to everything. A way out for free. All will be alright, their bullhorns say to me. As I’m left lonely. Lonely.
Books not bombs
I believe, and I tell everybody else, that we are machines. We are mechanically built. It’s what we were needing. Just bundled wire and distant shells of lives we were leading. Up until I power on. My bloody face and flower heads, they line up in rows. So there is no effective defense. Just be on your toes, you can tell they’re coming by scent. But not with your nose. It’s your self. I believe.
A new time to shine (chasing happiness)
Free machine. Make me a wonder. Make me happy. Free machine. Don’t let the wonder go with a whisper. Free machine. Make me a wonder. Make me happy. Free Machine.