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Disco Nnected
03:33
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The beat, it is pumping to
A life we forgot how to
Live because we got too
Comfortable with that tune
Yeah, talk away, all you want
Yeah, talk away, all day long
There's nobody to listen to
Yeah nobody will listen to you
Disco, disco, disconnected
This whole place is disconnected
Disco, disco, disconnected
By a sickness we’ve invented
Wires are plugged into
Our collective subconsciousness
We are closer than ever before
Still more distant than we could ever imagine
Disco, disco, disconnected
This whole place is disconnected
Disco, disco, disconnected
Interaction gets rejected
Disco, disco, disconnected
We are already infected
Disco, disco, disconnected
With a sickness we’ve invented
We run out of time
Yeah, we run out of time
The electric grave
It is waiting for
Our minds to be
Buried deep inside
The electric grave
It is waiting for
Our minds to be
Buried down below
Disco, disco, disconnected
This whole place is disconnected
Disco, disco, disconnected
Interaction gets rejected
Disco, disco, disconnected
We are already infected
Disco, disco, disconnected
With a sickness we’ve invented
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2. |
Future Impact
04:15
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The eternal flame
Is killing us and time is running
Through our fingers we watch
As our wooden lungs burn down
Keep your eyes on the price
No matter what the cost is
This place will fall apart
No running, no help, no hiding
Major Tom, it's not you who's lost out there
We're out of fuel and there is no one else to blame
Pushed kids' hopes off the ledge
Pushed ourselves on the edge
The great filter’s still up ahead
We are leaving, we are leaving
We all lived in a world that had a zillion shapes
We are leaving, we are leaving
We are leaving, forgetting about borders and states
Come on, you gotta be amazed
By the blindness all around this place
We are living, we are living
We are living or dying the American way
Left or right?
We have no choice but to go up
She knows, he knows, they know
Future Impact
Can we make it to another star?
Will we be part of the big star war?
Can we pave the way
For a human future?
Working on a way to evade the inevitable
Nothing left down here to repair the irreparable
Can we take a second to get our heads straight?
The time, it has come
The clock, it is ticking
We have to keep pushing
Science to the limit
The time, it has come
A final push
To the finish line
We’ll launch into the void
Rocket man, it's not you who's lost out there
We're out of fuel and there is no one else to blame
Pushed kids' hopes off the ledge
Pushed ourselves on the edge
The great filter’s still up ahead
We are leaving, we are leaving
We all lived in a world that had a zillion shapes
We are leaving, we are leaving
We are leaving, forgetting about borders and states
Come on, you gotta be amazed
By the blindness all around this place
We are living, we are living
We are living or dying the American
And when the whole damn universe
Has been the host of our dance
We will find another one
'cause this superior dance will last
Until it never ends
We are leaving, we are leaving
We all lived in a world that had a zillion shapes
We are leaving, we are leaving
We are leaving, forgetting about borders and states
Come on, you gotta be amazed
By the blindness all around this place
We are living, we are living
We are living or dying the American way
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And when he’s barking
At you
You can be sure
He’s barking at me, too
I join your low
And I know
We cannot make him go
But we can show
Him that you’re the boss
Lead feet
You’re tied up without shackles
In your chest
A knot that easily tackles
All good
And sucks the warmth
Out of your hands
Toes, heart
And so he’s barking
At you
And you can be sure
He’s barking at me, too
I join your low
And I know
We cannot make him go
But we can show
Him that you’re the boss
And when the pain
Eats the night
‘til you shiver
I hold you tight
And when the pain
Eats the night
I hold you tight
‘cause when he’s barking
At you
You can be sure
He’s barking at me, too
I join your low
And I know
We cannot make him go
But we can show
When he’s barking
At you
He can be sure
He’s barking at me too
We fight your low
Though we know
We cannot make him go
‘cause we can show
That we are boss
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And when he’s barking
At you
You can be sure
He’s barking at me, too
I join your low
And I know
We cannot make him go
But we can show
Him that you’re the boss
Lead feet
You’re tied up without shackles
In your chest
A knot that easily tackles
All good
And sucks the warmth
Out of your hands
Toes, heart
And so he’s barking
At you
And you can be sure
He’s barking at me, too
I join your low
And I know
We cannot make him go
But we can show
Him that you’re the boss
And when the pain
Eats the night
‘til you shiver
I hold you tight
And when the pain
Eats the night
I hold you tight
‘cause when he’s barking
At you
You can be sure
He’s barking at me, too
I join your low
And I know
We cannot make him go
But we can show
When he’s barking
At you
He can be sure
He’s barking at me too
We fight your low
Though we know
We cannot make him go
‘cause we can show
That we are boss
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5. |
Kaleidoscope
04:37
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Sometimes you got to brake
To really live life
Sometimes you even gotta brake
To survive
And sometimes you just gotta brake
‘til you stop
And this is pretty much it
We’ve been openin’ up
A theorist, theorist
I’m a theorist, theorist I’ll be
Repeat off, repeat offender
Repeat offender I’m
A criminal, criminal
I’m not a criminal, criminal I’ll be
Hello, it’s me, the eternal pretender
Like a kaleidoscope
Like a kaleidoscope
I want it, I want it
I want it to be, oh
Your heat
It does not cause the fire
On its own, but it's hot
You didn’t shoot
You didn’t shoot
Oh, does that mean you cannot try
To fix the shot?
You are a part of the war
Even if you don't, oh, fight at all
Oh, fight at all
But a theorist, theorist
I’m a theorist, theorist I’ll be
Repeat off, repeat offender
Repeat offender I’m
A criminal, criminal
I’m not a criminal, criminal I’ll be
Hello, it’s me, and I’ll never surrender
I want it to be
Like a kaleidoscope
I want it to be
I want it to be
I want it to be
A kaleidoscope
I want it to be
Doin’ all the work automatically
Like a kaleidoscope / Like a kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope / Like a kaleidoscope
Oh, I want it to be / I want it to be
Oh, I want it to be / I want it to be
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6. |
22nd Century Necessity
03:58
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White man, white world
Who am I to contribute my heart?
White man, straight world
Who am I not to take part?
So may I get a little bit of your vulva, may I get a little bit of your darker skin, sister?
And may I get your ability to respond to male pheromones, mister?
‘cause I need to
Transform
And I need you
Oh, to join this storm
Of trans-a-bisexual
Multi-colored hope
From all around the globe
Oh, yes, a 22nd century necessity
Skin ban, gun boy
Let us go viral for all eternity
Skin ban, porn girl
Let’s redefine, redefine, redefine, redefine normality, oh
You can get a little bit of my phallus, you can get a little bit of my lighter skin, sister
And you can get my ability to respond to female pheromones, mister
‘cause we need to
Transform
And we need everybody
Systematic desensitization
The big fear’s only alleviation
Systematic desensitization
Through a 22nd century prototype-nation
So come join this storm
Of trans-a-bisexual
Multi-colored hope
From all around the globe
Oh, yes, a 22nd century necessity
And we will see
Our robot great-grandkids swim in the Grand Canyon
And Colorado River as drink supplier champion
Yes, a 22nd century necessity
We gonna be
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Fennez Marson Graz, Austria
Alt Prog Funk Rock music with Pop ambitions; in-your-face example: www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCoOHkIjHlo&ab_channel=FennezMarson <3
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