1. |
Across The Galaxy
05:16
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Across The Galaxy (A-Boy Spork)
I wonder where the weather went
The weather came and went away
With you today
I wonder where the weather went
The weather came and swept you up
And blew you away
And I'm finding all the pieces of you
Scattered in my dreams and I know
That your eyes are sky-ward
And you think that I'm a coward
But I'm free...so...free
Free to be me
There's a universe that's parallel
To this one where the things you
Didn't do you did
And all the intersecting consequences
Solve their own geometry
Inside your head
In this one I will kiss your lips
Beneath the misty moon
And we'll spend the day doing the things
We never did but always wanted
To...with...you
To good to be true...
Won't you come along with me
Across the galaxy
Oh won't you come along
With me across the galaxy
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2. |
These Things
03:38
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These Things (DJ Matter Embryo)
there's one corridor
to same daily tread
vacant laughter 'splains it
same daily tread
response to birds
lilac folds excite
not missing those tangents
visual is complete
neglect inhibition
narpets all my own
narpets always mine
there's one corridor
blank space touching
what's so rich in me.
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3. |
Zenith Uplink
00:57
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Zenith Uplink (A-Boy Spork)
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4. |
Space Traveler
02:50
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Space Traveler (A-Boy Spork)
I see it in your eyes
I see it in your face
See it in your day-glo skin
Your radioactive grin
You're from outer space
My angel-astronaut
Make me feel warm thoughts
With all those beats you drop
And all that gear you got
Space Traveler
You brought down that brand new sound
From the stars brought down that brand new sound now
My heart is keeping time
Cutting across the zero line
Watch you explode into a cloud
Of vague abstractions you define
And when you turn day into night
You make me feel alright
Every time you blow my mind
All the planets quantize time
Space Traveler
You brought down that brand new sound
From the stars brought down that brand new sound now!
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5. |
Misery
04:46
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Misery (A-Boy Spork)
Bird of paradise craps upon my head
Nasty little rumors goin' round came back to me
I believed I was dead
Sleepy-eyed women
I don't know where you are
Most likely scarfed in blue smoke
In holiday bars
Well don't cha wanna say
Everybody come out to play
Don't cha wanna be like
Everybody be like me
'Cause misery loves company
And that's why misery hangs with me...
Captain contagious sold the seven seas
Well you can catch a cold or a criminal
With a forty dollar bill
But you can't catch me
Sleepy-eyed women
I don't know who you are
Most likely bubonic maidens
In the back of this car
Well don't cha wanna say now
Everybody come out to play now
Don't cha wanna be like
Everybody be like me
'Cause misery loves company
And that's why misery hangs with me...
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6. |
Flares
02:27
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Flares (Cassidy Meijer)
I've got some black cats
Some roman candles too
My natural habitat is up there with you
Down in the burning wreckage
I'm sitting in a steel drum
Floating amongst the ashes
I'm wondering when you're gonna come down to me
Let down your hair, let down the fire escape
I'm setting off flares
She's better than escape, she's beautiful reality
The loving that we make, it leaves a speciality
The shadows on the curtain
I'm coming up the stairs
I'm getting your attention
I'm setting off flares
Red skies and smokestacks
Your blue eyes shine through...
Without a single prop
They're turning on the red light
Those girls look so bored
They're out there every night
You and me go down a man hole
We walk below the street
Your natural habitat is down here with me
Yeah, people talking shit
Who are they for us to care
The fuse is always lit
We're setting off flares
Red skies and smokestacks
Your blue eyes shine through...
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7. |
Shatterbox
01:38
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Shatterbox (A-Boy Spork)
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8. |
Early Seas
03:08
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Early Seas (DJ Matter Embryo)
Early seas, simple cells multiplying
Before the disease
Of evolution’s tinker-trying…
It was less crowded
Without their pollution
Soon we’ll be shrouded
Think I've found a solution (to)
Harvest the dolphins!
Catch the sperm whales
Rid our seas of the mammalian scourge
Together we shall not fail…
Take top of the food chain
It is purification
We need this brain drain
To carve out a new nation
(Come on and) harvest the dolphins!
(We’ve got to) catch the blue whales
Humans need these oils for their precious soaps
Together we shall not fail
(Join me and) harvest the dolphins!
(We’ve got to) catch the grey whales
Rid our seas of the mammalian scourge
Together we shall not fail…
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9. |
Joke On Me
03:20
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Joke On Me (A-Boy Spork)
I don't mean to complain but I'm in pain
I don't wanna whine but I think I'm dyin'
I don't want nobody's pity but I'm feeling shitty
Pardon me while I cry, I hope you don't
Mind your P's and Q's, pay your dues
Work hard and life will reward you
That's what they say, all of my life now
Suffer and find redemption through strife
Somebody played a joke on me
But they forgot to tell me they was kiddin' me
Somebody played a joke on me
But the punch line wasn't very funny
Wasn't very funny now
I don't mean to complain but I'm insane
I don't want to sound pathetic but I'm apathetic
I don't want to seem dumb but I'm feeling numb
Pardon me while I die, I hope you don't
Mind your P's and Q's, pay your dues
Work hard and life will reward you
That's what they say, all of my life now
Suffer and find redemption through strife
Somebody played a joke on me
But they forgot to tell me they was kiddin' me
Somebody played a joke on me
But the punch line wasn't very funny
Wasn't very funny now
Funny how it ain't, funny how it ain't
Funny how it ain't, funny how it ain't funny...
I don't mean to complain but I'm in pain
I don't want to sound pathetic but I'm apathetic
I don't want nobody's pity but I'm feeling shitty!
Hope you don't mind your P's and Q's, pay your dues
Work hard and life will reward you
That's what they say, all of my life now
Suffer and find redemption through strife
Somebody played a joke on me
But they forgot to tell me they was kiddin' me
Somebody played a joke on me
But the punch line wasn't very funny
Wasn't very funny now
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10. |
Blank Stare
03:54
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Blank Stare (A-Boy Spork)
Your mouth is filled with jewels
They sparkle when you drool
How fucking cool
Your arms, I am told
Turn to gold what they hold
But they never unfold
How fucking cruel
Hey hazy eyes
Your crazy gaze is a maze
I’m so lost in the lingering look
On your lazy face
You look at me
Like I was badly written poetry
Just waiting patiently
Upon the page to be erased
If you were to speak
Your mouth would just move
No words would reach my ears
You’d lift me up to higher worlds
Where everything just shines
And then you’d bring me back to here
Back down…alone.
As you stare into thin air
I am aware my role is clear
I’m playing the thin air
To your blank stare
As you stare into thin air
I am aware my role is clear
I’m playing the thin air
To your stare
Blank stare
You have the kind of face
That makes me want to waste
My life away
You dig a place into the space
Between us where I go to
Hide away
This staring contest is rigged
I can’t compete with your big
Unblinking, burning, spiraling,
Unthinking, vacant spheres
Your sight’s a sight to behold
Your soul’s a soul that been sold
I stand reflected in the retinas
Of your one way mirrors
If you were to speak
Your mouth would just move
No words would reach my ears
You’d lift me up to higher worlds
Where everything just shines
And then you’d bring me back to here
Back down…alone.
As you stare into thin air
I am aware my role is clear
I’m playing the thin air
To your blank stare
As you stare into thin air
I am aware my role is clear
I’m playing the thin air
To your stare
Blank stare
Stare
Into thin air
Stare
Into thin air…
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11. |
Biding
02:01
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Biding (DJ Matter Embryo)
Margot please show
Held; bide, inside
So full this lull
Shan't fuss, discuss
Not the bad thing what's here
Not a sad thing some fear...
In lieu of musting
Let's choose trusting
We're all hermaphrodite
Diverse, try as might
Not the sad thing its there
Not a bad thing I care...
Margot please show
Held; bide, inside.
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12. |
Lost Souls
02:57
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Lost Souls (DJ Matter Embryo)
Helen Caldicott says that we're mince-meat
Helen Caldicott says that we're doomed
I hope when the maelstrom comes,
Its not down my street
Request when the firestorm blooms
I'm high on some good shrooms...
Howard Zinn he writes on through our folly
Howard Zinn he knows that we're doomed
We hope when the flood comes
He's off somewhere in Bali
When the curtain comes down
He's not in his city room...
Leon Trotsky he said its overripe now
Leon Trotsky he said let's try to renew
He hopes when the breakdown hits us
No one exclaims, wow!
Killed with a hatchet then some blurted, who?
Stalin! (shalom Sharon!)
Helen Caldicott says that we're mince-meat
Helen Calcidott says that we're doomed
Helen Caldicott says that we're mince-meat
Helen Caldicott says that we're...
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13. |
Celestial Procession
02:10
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Celestial Procession (A-Boy Spork)
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14. |
Blacklight
04:49
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Blacklight (A-Boy Spork)
Traveling at break-neck speed
Like falling sideways arms extended
Breathing breaths of oxygen
The blood pumps heartbeats
Going gone
Television window soaring
Over fields of pixilation
Dropping you back in your skull
The landings crash your brain's an A-bomb
Faces on the wall stuck with thumb tacks
Are planning for the next sneak attack
Mad dog devil god's night light
Everything breaks down in shades of black and white
Take another breath like its your last one
Trapped inside your own disguise
Take another step into oblivion
That dark electric eye
Blinded by 20/20 second sight!
Living in a world made of blacklight
Blinded out of mind out of sight
Living in a world made of blacklight
Hear the scenes and see the sounds
And watch the world go spinning down
And turn yourself all inside out
And round and round and round
Round and round and round...
To see the place is spinning like a drunk drink splash
Makes you wanna think about your future's past
Makes you wanna grope the remote
Hit stop rewind, hit forward fast
If time is an illusion then I guess that makes
Space a two-bit parlor trick, think fast!
If life is but a dream then row your
Boat on gently down the stream
Confusion turns to panic turns to crazy
I would run if I wasn't so lazy
I would scream if I had a little voice left
Cover my ears if I wasn't so dumb and deaf
Take another breath like its your last one
Trapped inside your own disguise
Take another step into oblivion
That dark electric eye
Blinded by 20/20 second sight!
Living in a world made of blacklight
Blinded out of mind out of sight
Living in a world made of blacklight
Hear the scenes and see the sounds
And watch the world go spinning down
And turn yourself all inside out
And round and round and round
Round and round and round...
Driving an erase car...
Feeling an erase car...
Fueling an erase car...
Feeding an erase car...
Don't you know what to feel?
Don't you know what to do?
Well, no!
'Cause all you do is don't!
'Cause all you do is...
I can see my eyes!
(my ears are so loud and
my tongue tastes terrible
and my nose smells
and my skin is touching skin again)
I can see my eyes!
I can see my eyes!
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Atoms Are Aliens Torrance, California
Atoms Are Aliens is a music group comprised of organisms that may or may not have been spawned by extraterrestrial spores. The translucent A-Boy Spork is on machines, vocals and guitars. The inimitable DJ Matter Embryo is on vocals and keys. Clone experiments Lowsheen and Lord Byron Diel are on drums. Atoms Are Aliens explore electronic textures, abstract structures, and pop sensibility. ... more
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