1. |
At The Start
04:26
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At the start, everything was natural
But it's natural that everything should change.
When first we came upon this ourselves, our eyes were full and bright,
what would we have seen, if we could see long range?
There's this way that we'd get stuck
There's this way that we get stuck on possibilities
and fail to note it as we lay
just basking in natural golden rays
On sunny days inside the boxes that we built with brick and steel
intent on smaller boxes faking all that's real
and feeling all the feelings that we ever could have felt
as we ran along the data banks that dealers went and dealt
In the end, I don't believe it's so bad,
No it's just the way that things must go.
Rome fell once, and so has every empire since that day,
so of course history does show
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2. |
Man on the Moon 2.0
03:38
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Doctors and gurus of technologies
Working to end the need for eulogies
and they're certain it's coming on soon,
a picturesque remake of the man on the moon
as he comes out on stage one more time.
And he looks just the same as in '79,
It's the first time this joke has been told.
Life isn't worth much when you're getting too old
and you've tired out all of the same repeat gags,
all the cynical looks from above the old bags
of your eyes. We criticize,
but it's rare that we ever remember
the true way that things were before last November,
when we still weren't quite happy with the way
that time flies.
They say “we've finally found
an end to the need to put minds in the ground,
just the body will go,
there's no need for anyone to know
That you've died.
They'd just criticize
But it's doubtful they'll ever remember
the true way that things were before they were embers
and 1's on a screen which will lay in a bed
of lies,
We're mesmerized
By the prospect of never having to lose
the ones that we love, saying “i'll be home soon,”
and knowing that nothing could possibly go wrong,
an ere of mistruth isn't much in a bed of lies
that I'll see and ignore
when I look in your eyes
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3. |
Loss In A Song
04:28
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The doctor by trade had been seen at the aide
of the distinguished patients 'round town
His track record was often cause for applause
adoration and equal renown
He was always so sure curiosity pure-ly
would one day take him from this life,
til distraction hit, his heart fell in a pit
as he sadly sat by his ill wife.
There is something to knowing your limits,
and something to owning your wrongs,
but there's no other person alive that can sing
the sorrow of loss in a song.
So the doctor well tried, but of course his wife died
as we all will as well one day,
We all wish it weren't true, but it's the one price that you
and I are guaranteed to pay
Now he sits in an armchair watching screens where
he can still reminisce
Of the way that he once had it all til the months
when he squandered his ignorant bliss.
There is no way of knowing the limits
or the ways which life can go wrong,
Now there must be some way that a person can sway
and undo the fate of their song,
We have technologies that can mimic nearly
anything that we could please.
So the doctor decides to let his hands be guides
to cancel our final release.
So with video cams, sensors and plans
installed in each person on earth,
We could never suffer the fate of the doctor
We'd just suffer soulless rebirth.
There is no way of knowing the limits
and believe nothing could now go wrong,
Because now there's a way to finally
Undo the fate of the song
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The lifespans of empires
and the power of doubling
overlap on a graph at a point which perhaps should be troubling
But there is this third line
Invisible to the true human eye,
It's the point where the units moved surpass the people alive
One day this becomes the new normal
So lets dress up our cyborgs so formal
And dance through the room like marionettes on a string
We must go out and inform John Public
Not to worry when he's feeling sick,
For a price you can come back from literally anything
His loved ones won't need to weep
and employers won't need to lose sleep
For just one lump payment, and yes we do accept both kinds
You can die with some dignity or with some small peace of mind.
So smoke em up if you've got 'em
And next time you're hitting rock bottom
Just think of the fun had by folks in Gomorrah and Sodom.
And if you cannot believe what you see,
Ask yourself why you can't let it be
Knowing that you can let your sweet darling rest
If you struggle with identity,
You can then make the choice to be free
So long as you leave us a considerable bequest
And as Mr. White eats his heart out
Corporate sponsors will dance all about
And control destiny like marionettes on a string,
So let's go out and inform John Public
Don't worry when you're feeling sick,
For a price you can come back from literally everything
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5. |
Daylight Is Fading
03:12
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Daylight is fading and we are all waiting on
hearts palpitating with pacemakers pacing
and pumping the blood to our arms all attached
to these boxes just spitting out all of this trash
And interest is going up all of the time
it's the way that we all just ignore the great crime
where the businessmen have finally all determined
the cost of your life and collateral burdens
They have someone to replace you
The moment that you're in the dirt,
and I know that it's hard to think about
but that there is a reason it hurts
Because life is monetized,
and it's so hard for me to believe
that anyone else could concieve
that money is worth anything while mouths need to feed.
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6. |
Artificial Rays
06:58
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When we met, your eyes were full of wonder.
But it seems like all the wonder has now gone.
And the patterns in the way you speak still feel so similar,
but the meaning in it seems to be withdrawn.
Oh I know you always were a thinker.
Your brain was running like a marathon,
and still you speak so often of the things inside your mind,
but the sound just seem to ramble on and on.
There's this way that you get stuck but not quite like you did before,
When you'd pause on a thought, but come back out with so much more,
Now it feels like you only speak in banal old cliche's
Like withered fruit sun drenched in artificial rays.
As I Aged, I started to forget
The exact date, or time that you died
But it's easy to note the year it was
Because since that time, you never have lied
That's the way I know that you aren't who you were before
That the programming was always there to serve
And allow me to forget the places in between the blur
Of when you had and when you lost your nerve
There's this way that you get stuck...
There's this way that you get stuck and never change
and I wonder who else I may know that's no longer themselves
and how long will it be til it no longer feels strange
as we blather on together on our banal old cliches
like withered fruit sun drenched in artificial rays
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7. |
Men & Mollusks
05:03
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When the final war happened there was no blood or guns,
Just bad air creeping into people's lungs
It was the sky, and sea, an elemental plea.
That finally saw an end to you and me
Was a foregone conclusion
Tearing down the illusion
That we would see eternity
The machines didn't fight, just sat idly by
and enacted our duties while the people all die
This is the absolute truth of someday.
Deep inside of your mind you know we've got no say.
Because no matter how bad anything can get
There's always some folks not seeing it yet.
It's the end of mankind, not the end of the world
We are leaving these relics for the next men to unfurl
When they study to find a reason behind
the untimely demise of what we called mankind
they'll think
This was the absolute truth of someday
Disharmony always was there to show them the way.
No matter how bad anything could get,
Some folks just were not seeing quite yet
That they were all at the mercy of an aristocracy
That would fly at the sun and look away blindly
Throw away you and me
In the name of Democracy
and its Capitalistic tendency
To put a value on natural forces,
And wasting away this world's finite resources
Until there is nothing left but a husk
Of the giant blue marble that once housed the man and mollusk
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8. |
The Sound of Calculation
03:39
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At the start, everything was natural
A picturesque remake of...
The Power of Doubling...
There's this way that we get stuck
A Race That Started With an Apple
Curiosity Pure
The Lifespans of Empires
There's This Way that We Get Stuck
Ones and zeroes fixed
In your Eyes
Like withered fruit
There's this way that we get stuck
It's hard to think about
Now he sits in an armchair
The giant blue marble
There's this way that we get stuck
Subliminal Messages of our Hysterical Yearning
There's this way that we get stuck
There's this way that we get stuck
There's this way that we get stuck
Stuck
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9. |
All The Things At Once
05:38
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Ones and zeroes fixed on a a black screen
speak a brand new language pictured neon green
and it isn't a language like that which we've built
because it needs no speaker, no joy and no guilt
It's the sound of ice cold calculation
an artificial light extinguishing station
It's spreading so fast, it has metastasized
and it's leaving our people further traumatized
As we pine for a simpler time,
One that only exists in a fictional mind -
set-we never really see the crime
Til the criminal element bleeds the world dry -
let-ting go of the things that once made life feel simple,
Of nostalgic gazes glazed over,
Subliminal messages of our hysterical
Yearning for all things at once.
So one day we'll see men of science
adding their voice to the digital dreamscape
and add our collected consciousness
to a message for visitors to hear and reshape
The very last thoughts of a civilization
that pined for a simpler time.
One that gets reconstructed and fictionalized
but they'll never really see the crime,
cuz the criminal element bled the world dry
and destroyed the things that once made our world simple
I see the visitors reeling over
Subliminal messages of our hysterical
yearning for all things at once.
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10. |
Industrial Vapors
04:49
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Well it starts in a forest surrounded by creatures evolving into higher species
Then one takes the lead, yes that's the human breed; evolving from throwing feces
Well hey we've come so far since we were all monkeys.
Instead of throwing shit, we throw sticks that are lit at the places where we lay the blame.
Yeah, we throw round some paper
and create industrial vapor.
When the human race industrialized, we all knew it was finalized.
This race that started with an apple...
It was always for sure that curiosity pure would be the last war that we'd all grapple.
But guns don't work on pollution
and creating replacements was never our final solution.
It's so sad to see
the last things left of you and me
are artifacts of our daily monotony.
Cleaning obsessively,
and shopping constantly
throwing 'round all our money.
Acceptance should have been the key
and I'm sure that humans would all agree
At least if they weren't buried
with their pets and their wildlife too
under 15 billion pounds of what they brewed.
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Laika, The Astro-Hound Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Laika the Astro-Hound is the project of Sean T. Jackson. Jackson's songs are meant to reflect several emotions: fear,
grief, anxiety, vulnerability, and the determination to accept or overcome them, because we could all be gone tomorrow.
Sean is a happily married near 34 year old man who is grateful for every day.
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