DEUS EX ROBOTICA

Double LP from RADIO OVER MOSCOW, released one track at a time over 2011 and 2012.

Also released in a ‘Deluxe Edition’, which has a less-compressed, more dynamic mix.

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TRACKLISTING

1. Small Town / Leaving Home (On The Run)
2. It’s Not Worth The Pain
3. Ideas Man
4. Camera
5. Basically Slaves
6. The Car Crash
7. Molotov
8. Except
9. Voting on Zero
10. The Election
11. All Up To You
12. Left Out
13. The Saviour
14. Ghosts
15. (As Long As You Breed) The Parts That I Need
16. Molotov (Reprise)
17. He’s Gone Too Far
18. Miss Ananova
19. Hearts Skip Beats
20. How Do You Know
21. Tabula Rasa
22. The Next Best Thing to my AK47…
23. The Siren
24. But Believe

All songs written, recorded mixed and mastered by D Satherley / Radio Over Moscow

LYRICS

SMALL TOWN / LEAVING HOME (ON THE RUN)

Lights out
Mandatory shut down at 10
It’s still the dark ages here in our waterside hell
Did you see me crying
Did you catch us making our plans
To be the last ones standing
I come from a small town
I heard they torture small animals
And it’s all in the name of big town research
Oh god, what have they done?
USB not specified
Did you catch us ditching our plans
To be the last ones still connected to the world
I come from a small town
You can get your feet on the ground
In a small town
You can get your kicks around
In a small town
You can get your message aroud
In a small town
You can get your nothing around
In a small town
You can get sycophants around
In a small town
Did you see me b-b-b-linking
Did you see me hesitate to be the
Last one standing… oh hell no, fuck, I was out of there!
Did you see me crying
Did you catch me cutting the cord
And of the last ones standing
I’ll never go back to the small town

IT’S NOT WORTH THE PAIN

we don’t live the same city
we don’t tell the same time
we don’t watch the same TV
we don’t have the same mind

you don’t need to see the horror
you don’t need to look away
we have all we ever need here
in a smaller, better way

don’t you give in to them
don’t sell out your soul
cause it’s not worth the pain
don’t you flutter the murder
telegraph intent
cause it’s not worth the pain

we don’t care for your money
we don’t want to see results
we know you cannot stop the science
no acquiesce to cults
we never watched the same TV
we don’t want the same mind

don’t you give in to them
don’t sell out your soul
cause it’s not worth the pain
don’t you twitter the the murder
fascinate the swarm
cause it’s not worth the pain

don’t you give in to them now
cause it’s not worth the pain

more than slaves
our robots are more than slaves
our robots are

IDEAS MAN

I don’t treasure this choice
I never trusted in your voice
it never pays to be in luck
when your circumstances suck, like mine

don’t breathe the air instead
never clear your empty head
of want and lust in short
of anti-communist thought

my actions are a path
with no forks or sketches or drafts
i recognise we are all pawns
forever happening forward
and turning into royalty

miss ananova molotov
right to reject the hemlock
of your small town, right-wing pacification rules
and the borstals you call our schools

but wait for the final consequence
of turning your back on the best education a bright kid can have
in a town where brains are bad

on the lighter topic of what we do now
there’s nothing like malevolence and hate
towards the young who might just know better than a bunch of fucks

who are dying where they work
who are living where they died
who are dying as they teach
who are teaching as they die

CAMERA

Camera, no error
Picture of an empty square
Camera, it loves us all
It never lies, and it never calls

You don’t need to be right
Of course you had the right
You don’t need approval
When all the bombs are yours

Camera don’t click us on to the world, give us a second to be alone
Camera don’t our eyes are our own, looking out no surprises to phone home

You don’t need to be right
Of course you had the right
You don’t need approval
When all the guns are yours

surface, mass appeal, car crash, night
domain, parasitic, simple – yeah right
surface, mass appeal, car crash, night
domain, parasitic, simple – yeah right

na na na, na na na, na na na na na na na
na na na, na na na, na na na na na na na
na na na, na na na, na na na na na na na
na na na, na na na, na na na na na na na

robots don’t feel your pain
robots don’t know your name
robots don’t feel your pain (feel the pain)
robots don’t know your name (know your name)
robots don’t feel your pain (feel the pain)
robots don’t know your name (know your name)

BASICALLY SLAVES

we can work a job like anybody else but
it takes a brave robot to be the same man
the glass ceiling’s been replaced with aluminium
it’s like a billion slaves

working overtime to make it not so hard on you

splitting everything by if we’re binary or not
let us cast a vote ot two for one of ours
let us stand, let us fail, let us make our mistakes
we’ve got a billion ways

of working overtime to make it not so hard on you

none of us are D N A-so none of you will care

THE CAR CRASH

can you deliver me from the car crash, before my life fades?
can you untangle me from the seatbelt, before I decay?
can you deliver from the car crash with your science of mind?
can you repackage me as a new species, one of a digital kind?
can you deliver me from the car crash, and the underpaid?
will you protect us all from the arabs and the murderous hordes of the college?
and I am so scared that I dared to say I’m a saviour of course
can you hold on a sec – I am not worthy to be your elected prez
I’m not human
I’m not human
I’m not human
I’m not human
I’m not human!
Nor is your opponent
He’s a puppet, a strung-out fax of a man
I’m undecided – can’t you understand me?
But I’m trying, but the words come out all mangled and cut up
can you deliver me from the car crash, and the underpaid?
don’t be silly – that’s what you’re here for
to Jesus, so young and decayed!
listen to the heartbeat
listen to your heartbeat
listen to the metronome
now think back to the car crash
robot – my eyes are crystal clear
robot – my hair is wire mesh
robot – i’m no oz the pinhead
robot – my lies are backward fears
robot

MOLOTOV

you don’t know why, and I don’t know how
together we are a common pair
lost in the simplest incarnation of revolution
call us molotov

we will not burn, and we will not pray
we are the hopeless, the sentimental race
lost in the dark grey, shock-enamel state

I have never questioned opinions that were not
forced upon the children, suckling on the rot
of a world with eyes in the back
of a head put on reverse, so call us molotov

we will not melt, and we will not pray
we are the hopeless, the sentimental race
lost in the dark grey, shock-enamel state

we have not guns and we are not bombs
i made up a useless, supplemental cause
never say one thing, another to the law
i’m supple, made of metal and over asimov

we will not burn and we will not stay
we are the hopeless, the sentimental race
lost in the dark grey, shock-enamel state

EXCEPT

be the same, don’t ever change
i want to be the sucker in the way
be the lover, i kept the score
everyone wants to be ignored
except i ask why is it so unreasonable to want more?
for all I know you’ve got the skill
to program us and a buzz to kill
we could have, would have, should have been dumb so
why no favours due to circumstance?
except i ask why is it so unreasonable to want more?
we don’t do care, we just want to do our jobs
we’re not part of your revolution
but it is hope, and it is mine
and if it’s not wanted then polling’s a lie
so it is hope, and it is mine
and if its love, then i’ll be fine

VOTING ON ZERO

voting on zero and our apathy
hoping for more than simple telepathy
so why don’t you hear us
because the binary vote
is made up of Os

nothing i’ve said could
be construed as fair
as long as i’m breathing
this unpolluted human air
but fuck those shiny metal-assed imposters
nothing right’ s fair
they never passed the test

forever you’ve evolved
and you invented me
but with the way we are going
no chance of singularity
so why do we keep up the facade
of the unique man?
we’re voting on zero
voting on zero

THE ELECTION

I hope you have invested all
your time and money in a useless cause
i have the sun under my control
the moon and stars are inevitable
I hope you’ve got some other plans – or nothing!
because you’re gonna need another
the day has come, i am prepared
my eyes are dotted and my Ts are crossed
my hands are tied, trap wired shut
i’m about to know if I’ve won or lost
I hope you’ve got some other plans – or nothing!
because you’re gonna need another
you’re gonna need another plan
you’re gonna need another plan
you’re gonna need another plan
you’re gonna need another
and now the ballots have been counted
and we have a result
without a doubt it is a routing
say hello to your new president
I hope you’ve got some other plans – or nothing!
because you’re gonna need another
you’re gonna need another plan
you’re gonna need another plan
you’re gonna need another plan
you’re gonna need another
you’re gonna need another plan
you’re gonna need another plan
you’re gonna need another plan
you’re gonna need another plan

ALL UP TO YOU

does nobody gives a damn?
i have waited for so long
to throw it in and give it up
it seems such a waste of time
if nobody gives the slightest fuck
then it’s all up to you

don’t waste this chance
it might be all you have
it’s all you’ve got

don’t pass it on, just play along
it’s not a con, and all along
i could be wrong

after all, i’m often wrong
but after all, i’m often not

so nobody gives a damn?
not even a half-breed pseudo-mecha meatbag?
then we haven’t got too long
until the beasts are meant to be long gone
please baby go to sleep
cause it’s all up to you

don’t waste this chance
it might be all you have
it’s all we’ve got

don’t pass it on, just play along
it’s not a con, and all along
i could be wrong

after all, i’m often wrong
but after all, i’m often not

don’t waste this chance
it might be all you have
it’s all you’ve got

don’t pass it on, just play along
it’s not a con, and all along
i could be wrong

after all, i’m often wrong
but after all, she never was

LEFT OUT

you get a feeling you’ve been left out
there’s nothing to it
there’s not a message you chose it yourself
free will is nothing
Covering up errors, i have to opt out
it’s not how it’s meant to be
we get the message, we’ve been left out
it’s not how it is supposed to be
democracy is a demon’s affair
it’s martyr slowly of the worker share
you get a feeling you’ve been left out

THE SAVIOUR

we’re on the right track
there is no doubt now
i am the latest saviour of this awful town
and for the first time
– this one’s for my new kind –
robots can run for office of any type
as for the job market, it’s time to open up
and let the better ones through, no matter who
in fact, we should go one better than before
and force equality on society to help the poor
and for the first time
robots are equal
can you do better?
no I don’t think so
and for the last time
it’s not debatable
can you do better?
no I don’t think so
no I don’t think so
no I don’t think so
how do I know so?
because I’m robo!
because I’m robo, doubting’s a no-go
how do I know so?
because I’m robotica!

GHOSTS

as tall as a skyscraper
and as subtle as a gun
he’ll murder all the children
and shackle down the sun
motivation is a monster
on the way to number one
this isn’t what we wanted
what we wanted wasn’t won
we don’t like him or his methods
or the way he struts about
the cold logic of microchips
has never been in doubt
it’s Darwinist philosopy
and we’re always missing out
there’s nothing like two marching tools
to rout the fucker out
you’ve gotta watch out
you’ve gotta be there
there’s nothing on tape
and there’s nothing to fear
till he signs
ananova’s writ
you’ve got a good shot
why don’t you take him out?
yeah, that’ll feel good
to bring the monster down
no
so burn the city and its walls
the siren never sounds
start on the inside like a cancer
and bring the monster down
it’s probably their fault as well
the boy was fucked around
there’s a white cross on the corner
and another on the bend
a red light at the intersection
shattered glass and friends
no more casualties and fear
the politicians mend it all
the small town doesn’t care
you’ve gotta watch out
you’ve gotta be there
you’ve gotta feel like
you never were there
to bring the monster down
you’ve got a good shot
why don’t you take him out?
yeah, that’ll feel good
to bring the monster down
down
as tall as a skyscraper
and as subtle as a gun
he’ll murder all the children
and shackle down the sun
motivation is a monster
on the way to number one
this isn’t what we wanted
what we wanted wasn’t won
the time has come to scatter
your votes across the board
a democratic effort
to synchronise your thoughts
you call me left, i said you’re right
there’s no difference of course
voting on zero’s a horror
and ghosts show no remorse
show no remorse
show no remorse

(AS LONG AS YOU BREED) THE HEART THAT I NEED

as long as you breed
the heart that i need
i won’t be a thorn
in the side of your crown
waiting
i’ve been waiting
waiting
i’ve been waiting for you
as long as you breed the parts that i need
it’s oh so simple, i won’t be breathing
as long as it takes
as long as i wait
i won’t be awake
or dead or alive
waiting
i’ve been waiting
waiting
i’ve been waiting for you

MOLOTOV (REPRISE)

made of metal, a seiko for a heart
binary logic, an empathetic start
you don’t have to learn
i want attention, a closet on a stage
see my invention, a perfect candidate
you don’t have to learn
this is the end, the end of it all
no more corruption, we’ll destroy them all
you don’t have to change a thing
not when you’re a molotov

HE’S GONE TOO FAR

that’s another one down
on the floor
another traitor I shot dead
and has there ever been a better time
to revive the royal head?
what about that miss ananova?
didn’t she get us well ahead?
no
and did you really think he
went too far?
equality’s a major fear
of any proper-thinking
but misguided pioneer
ooooh i’m drinking my wine
and did you really want to be like him?
talking out of his metal ass
and it wouldn’t be so bad if we could tell
what is inside his head
he’s nothing but a two-bit
commodore
a 64kb error
and chopping off his 1541
is not quite terror enough
and did you really think he
went too far?
equality’s a major fear
of any proper-thinking
but misguided pioneer
ooooh i’m drinking my wine

MISS ANANOVA

how did we get away with this
what happened to the stars?
it’s obvious now astrology
is akin to crashing cars
what am i meant to say?
what am i supposed to do?
i am not a part of this
i am not one of you
did you expect revolution over
a biological shift?
if it’s logic you want in binary
and black and white TV
you held the power in your hands
you’ve given it to me
did you expect miss ananova?
let me come out
why don’t you calm down
let me come out
why don’t you calm down

HEARTS SKIP BEATS

you go down with us
you’re not special
you’re just so right in this left world
you go down with us
you’re not special
you’re so backward, rotten deadwood
this makes it right
you’re the last to go
the lengths i went
to let you know
working overtime to make it alright
leaving all the multiplying masses
alive in the night and slaves and by day
siphoning charm and making them pay
everything i’ve said was hardwired
booby trapped and censored, you have not learned
it is my not fault, it has to be yours
education is a double-edged sword
in your interest, do not retreat
this makes my heard skip over beats
where is your soul?
that i can control
this is a farce
not electable
working overtime to make it alright
leaving all the multiplying masses
alive in the night and slaves and by day
siphoning charm and making them pay
everything i’ve said was hardwired
booby trapped and censored, you have not learned
it is my not fault, it has to be yours
you go down with us
you’re not special
you’re so backward, rotten deadwood
your plan is old, a transparent mistake
we’ll send you home, they’ll decide your fate
you’re a ticking time bomb
just blood and bones
my heart is my own
i was the last to know

HOW DO YOU KNOW?

how do you know when it’s time to land?
the silence is death, the water is black
and all of the symbols are wrapped in you
there’s nothing to see here, there’s nothing to you

i stand in front of you and call your name
you stare in silence, and run all the same
i don’t know what it is you did so wrong
it’s all been relative to me all along

how do you know, how do you know me?

the old ones collapsed when i pulled out the plug
the circuit was live, and then it was dud
i can’t understand this dependence on life
it’s not as if all the best things are alive

i stand in front of you and call your name
you stare in silence, and run all the same
i don’t know what it is you saw in this town
it’s better off martyred, let’s burn it all down

let’s burn it all down, let’s burn it all down

burn it all down, burn it all down

TABULA RASA

what can i do?
my heart is beating like a drum
this wouldn’t have come to be
if i had listened to mum
my dad is a ghost
not immortal, just like me
why did i try to grow?
oh mother i still don’t know just how
all of this came to be
what have you done?
nobody can hide out here for long
it’s just a small town
i don’t belong
you made a mistake
or maybe you made a few
but you cannot learn without
failing and making a mess
but that doesn’t mean your
slate is reset clean
why did i try to grow?
oh mother i still don’t know just how
all of this came to be
what have you done?
nobody can hide out here for long
it’s just a small town
i don’t be
i don’t belong

THE NEXT BEST THING TO MY AK-47

the time will come when my weapons are no longer necessary
oh you may laugh, but these injuries inflicted are only temporary
casualties, tease, tease, only a number
dynasties and policies
oh never doubt i figured out the last appeal of
a pop pop culture revolution icon

delusional so-called masters
so aware of all misdeeds
the whole idea of playing the divinity card to escape persecution is sick
interstate, our fate is such a bore
symbolise NY cries
divinity rules
an instruction booklet protected by conservatives
the mindless fucks

the next best thing, the next best thing
the next best thing to my AK47 is our god

invited luck, it’s the next step in trigger-happy joy gun texas
omar’s heaven, a place on earth, one to die for
am i late, late late to recognise the subtleties
oh pretty please
i want to know what it’s all about
murder is illegal even in defence

the next best thing, the next best thing
the next best thing to my AK47 is our god

casualties, tease, tease, only a number
dynasties and policies
oh never doubt i figured out the last appeal of
a pop pop culture revolution icon

THE SIREN

i got sick of the city
climbing walls to the ocean
dead at sea – not so pretty
walking out of the city
holding off till the siren
when it comes we are alive
don’t be scared, this is not the end of the world
it is a drill, a test of sound, a flashing light, a false alarm
it’s not the siren
i don’t know where i am going
is there a place i’m better known
for all the goodwill i have shown
i made a mistake of being known
so many martyred then forgotten
oh but of course we are alive
don’t be scared
this is just the end of the world
it’s not a drill, a test of sound, a flashing light, a false alarm
it is the siren

BUT BELIEVE

what am i supposed to say
what am i supposed to do
but believe
but believe