Automata for the People
from Self Talk by Jonathan Burks
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lyrics
shadow of light kicking noise around in the darkness
cartoon hands, four fingers, no bird no flight
pop goes the elbow paint, medium’s the message
uncanny flood plain catching up passing lights
way to be, it’s alive
we’re all made up monsters
crushing on our Frankenstein
dust thrown puppets between lens and light source
sunset blushed with the half-truth of a clean edge
looking at a future long flown apart and rendered
a robust broth, a thick soup of load bearing lies
it’s quite the scene, it’s a happening time
we’re all playing dress
tying bows on monkey mind
side saddle on the rat king, dreaming down the darkness
cartoon hands, four fingers, no bird no flight
brute force of enzymes, hijinks, and deep code
bottoms up shake down, crushing through the fractal brine
nothing to see, it’s all double blind
hitched between the cold teeth of processes we ride
it’s quite the scene, it’s a happening time
dressing up the nothing the only show, the long unwind
it’s not real, but it’s the realest lie
pinned beneath the cold teeth of processes we ride
cartoon hands, four fingers, no bird no flight
pop goes the elbow paint, medium’s the message
uncanny flood plain catching up passing lights
way to be, it’s alive
we’re all made up monsters
crushing on our Frankenstein
dust thrown puppets between lens and light source
sunset blushed with the half-truth of a clean edge
looking at a future long flown apart and rendered
a robust broth, a thick soup of load bearing lies
it’s quite the scene, it’s a happening time
we’re all playing dress
tying bows on monkey mind
side saddle on the rat king, dreaming down the darkness
cartoon hands, four fingers, no bird no flight
brute force of enzymes, hijinks, and deep code
bottoms up shake down, crushing through the fractal brine
nothing to see, it’s all double blind
hitched between the cold teeth of processes we ride
it’s quite the scene, it’s a happening time
dressing up the nothing the only show, the long unwind
it’s not real, but it’s the realest lie
pinned beneath the cold teeth of processes we ride
credits
from Self Talk,
track released August 1, 2020
Nathan Kilen - drums
Didier Leplae - guitar, bass guitar
Jonathan Burks - vocals and keys
Produced and recorded by Jonathan Burks, Didier Leplae, and Nathan Kilen
Mixed by Jonathan Burks
all songs by Jonathan E. Burks
Nathan Kilen - drums
Didier Leplae - guitar, bass guitar
Jonathan Burks - vocals and keys
Produced and recorded by Jonathan Burks, Didier Leplae, and Nathan Kilen
Mixed by Jonathan Burks
all songs by Jonathan E. Burks
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