i wrote this song back in 2004 when America somehow re-elected GWBush (very, very much to my utter dismay).

the concept of people as little robotic drones came to me. and i wondered, can we as a species keep from failing while headed on this destructive path?

in addition to this 128k mp3 preview, i’ve uploaded a zip file that includes a FLAC (lossless) stem for the pella (mono) and also the piano (stereo).

i will try to get some bvox up soon too. ironically, there are so many military planes flying over my house, i can’t keep recording because they are too loud. :( are they sending a message?

Lyrics:

Little robots, dangerous drones
What do they know
We’re hibernating human souls
We’ve been here before

Can I go down into your coma
Can I go down

Money, money, stains holy hands
Makes dirty pockets
Twist your religion
And war fits the plan
So do the profits

Can I go down into your coma
Can I go down
Can we go down before it’s over
And turn it around

Money, money
Money, money

The stars are eyes watching
Our big compromise
Can we keep from failing
The stars are eyes watching
Our big compromise
Can we keep from failing

Television what a preacher
Your only teacher
Sleeping leaders
Don’t you remember
We are each others keeper

Can I go down into your coma
Can I go down
Can we go down before it’s over
And turn it around
Can I go down into your coma
Can we go down
Can we go down before it’s over
And turn it around

Where did you go this time
Can we keep from failing
Where did you go this time
Can we keep from failing
Where did you go this time
Can we keep from failing
Where did you go this time
Where did you go
Where did you go this time
Can we keep from failing