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Look up here
Look down there I am the new man I'm tangled in wires Chipset adept Keep your vogue code that all have Memory load Keep your modern ways And keep your bugs Tomorrow's world we've all seen The Metal Man is here to stay Talk talk You say I only work, all night and day Talk talk Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent' Call me the mech man Voice synthesised Computerised In a world of machines Store the data and calculate Speak and spell and operate What can I do but to serve Automaton of yesterday Engineer the rail and motorway You say I only work, all night and day Talk talk Talk talk Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent |
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| 2. |
| 4:07 |
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High-rise buildings
Low cost apartments Financial district Industrial area Rows of blue collars Steelworkers’ clink-clang Metal rhythm left and right This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city 6 p.m. whistle Next the inner city Smiling grimey faces Tea at the local pub Low-cut dresses High-spirited workers Sizzling neon-lights, click on This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city 2 a.m. binge Low-life slagheap Used up and burnt out Like a kick in the teeth Ramble, shamble on home Grime back in harness Metal rhythm left and right This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city |
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| 3. |
| 3:58 |
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Broken frames
Like a monochrome film Flickers and dissolves Shattered glass The replaceable background Out of control There's no sense, it's all Volta, Amp??짢re and Ohm Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome As solid as a liquid monument Out of focus, blurred image The time-frame of '69 Technology, machinery, humanity It's all the same A second of life There's no sense, it's all Volta, Amp??짢re and Ohm Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome Time and age, what's the difference Based upon the same reference Touch-and-go, who's to know the random order Contorted, distorted it doesn't make any sense at all Angular, circular There's no sense, it's all Volta, Amp??짢re and Ohm A fragment, a segment - bits and pieces, bits and Hz It's all the same Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome |
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| 3:26 |
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I synthesise and press a lighted key
Turn it on, compose a melody Redo from start, I need more rhythm 1 and 4 was for the Commodore A catchy beat, I put it on repeat I program more, but still it's incomplete Start and stop, where's the perfect pitch? I won't give up until I tap my feet. I'm gonna make a perfect line Gonna make it stick to your mind I won't give up that magic rhyme Got to hear it just one more time Computer music is just like oxygen Try and fail, again, again, again I need the recipe for the perfect melody I add more tracks, run out of DSP Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix Dadaistic, nothing too profound Electric music resounding all around I'm gonna make a perfect line Gonna make it stick to your mind I won't give up that magic rhyme Got to hear it just one more time |
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| 5. |
| 5:23 |
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Mobile phones
Commuter trains The Terminus is full of men Crisscross network Zigzag railway White-collar timetable The next stop is Waterloo 9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through Standby, I'm on a trip with you It's more fun to commute Take the M25 There's traffic jam all around Take the Tube Double-decker To tell about my points of view A fare to Chequers Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through It's more fun to commute No need for comfort Public transport It's all so and so, touch-and-go Pass a train wreck Call the tube-tech I'll make it to work some other day White-collar timetable 9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through It's more fun to commute She pushed He pulls I read the papers in the transit lounge I dial the number Now I'm certain I'll make it home some other day |
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| 3:36 |
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Electric broadcast
The new transmission waves Turn the dial Recieve the news Transistor radio We've tuned in to the ether melody The deadpan voice I want to hear It's bright and clear and full of energy Recieve the tunes Music won't stop Electro pop Commercial workshop I want your time, I need your time to make a rhyme Ether melody news On the radio now For you and me Antennae beaming sound, news and speech Apparatus signal it out 'Let it be so' Marconi's words Communication Information We're in the building of the wireless voice Radar, television Static morse The interference Incoherence Scrambled signals I want your waves Spectral sound Tune in, tune out On the radio now For you and me Ether melody news Radio for you and me The airwaves are fully free Oscillating energy Radio for you and me On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me |
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| 3:07 |
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You act a pansy, pushover
Who is that, something says your name You seem chancy, moreover Do live your fancy, go lower The call is mine I'm gonna get you up The call is mine I'm gonna get on top On the skew, you're dancing all over In a blue suit, orange pullover You are the anti-fashion statement I'm gonna get on top You look like my old dog Rover I'm gonna get you up The call is mine Spit teeth - I can hear you Head crash - I can't see you I feel your pounding me onto the street I've learned to know the taste of concrete Why don't you follow me? I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away Eyes flash - feels like electroshock Street brash - time flies, tick-tock I know this marks the end of my hey-day Why don't you follow me |
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| 8. |
| 3:20 |
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> Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street I've learned to know the taste of concrete Why don't you follow me? Street brash - time flies, tick-tock Eyes flash - feels like electroshock I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away I know this marks the end of my hey-day Why don't you follow me? |
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| 4:03 |
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Here we are
One more time today We stand in line There is no sense The cigarette in hand It's all gone bad No name, privilege, no hope and fame We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future We were waiting for something We were listening to the heartbeats It could take us It could take our names; it's the same as no hope and fame And it seems like a mirror of our future We've seen it all before It seems we're out of class This is no age for us We are fragile Like statues made of sand We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future |
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| 10. |
| 5:24 |
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Car-crash and an elevator
Make you someone else Never try yourself Restore you Bop 'till you're fagged out Tick-tock clock and teddy boys Open windows shout Walk these streets She wore me, she wore you She's concrete Reverie Knick-knack, flashy bric-a-brac All is free She saw you Windscreen eyes are black and blue Seesaw heartbeat, she is back They want to see you The Fleet Street scooter-boys are due You're vogue and hip and on a rendezvous Adore you She's concrete Walk these streets Reverie All is free |
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| 3:46 | 
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| 12. |
| 3:21 |
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