Me Against The Machine (pella)
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Very rough demo and pella for a song about how in modern day society people are expected to conform to the machine. Don’t forget to check out the excellent So Out There YouTube channel.
In the UK, if you ring the government or a big business chances are you get put through to a robot with no option for human contact, at least someone with any clout. So where does the money go?
One of my favourite laughs is the so-called “anti-terror”hotline, where not only can you not get through to a human, even if you know something important and are prepared to give credible ID, but not even an answering machine to leave a message.
Conclusion drawn, the terrorists aren’t foreign Islamic extremists like the press hark on about, but our own corrupt and criminal state.
Lyrics:
decisions, they’re by robots made
justice turns but it’s delayed
mind control is all too real
children brought up not to feel
heroes fight against the grain
fight the war that keeps us sane
i say a prayer on bended knee
what became of irony
when did cash and cars and bling
count for more than anything
families split up every way
false religion blames the gay
even robots keep a beat
keep us marching on our feet
but robots programmed by the good
do the work bad people should
there’s a light and there’s a buzz
fire burns inside of us
and yet so many fail to see
there’s a price to pay to keep us free
i got no gun but i got a pen
and i wanna take out most of them
it’s a devils job, and it may be daft
but every gate of hell is staffed
and i find it such a drag
that family’s second place to flag
from tailored suits to polished boots
i let it go
don’t give two hoots
what’s the point
of rank and file
when you can go the extra mile
the pilots napping at the yoke
and the life i see
is a poor taste joke
In the UK, if you ring the government or a big business chances are you get put through to a robot with no option for human contact, at least someone with any clout. So where does the money go?
One of my favourite laughs is the so-called “anti-terror”hotline, where not only can you not get through to a human, even if you know something important and are prepared to give credible ID, but not even an answering machine to leave a message.
Conclusion drawn, the terrorists aren’t foreign Islamic extremists like the press hark on about, but our own corrupt and criminal state.
Lyrics:
decisions, they’re by robots made
justice turns but it’s delayed
mind control is all too real
children brought up not to feel
heroes fight against the grain
fight the war that keeps us sane
i say a prayer on bended knee
what became of irony
when did cash and cars and bling
count for more than anything
families split up every way
false religion blames the gay
even robots keep a beat
keep us marching on our feet
but robots programmed by the good
do the work bad people should
there’s a light and there’s a buzz
fire burns inside of us
and yet so many fail to see
there’s a price to pay to keep us free
i got no gun but i got a pen
and i wanna take out most of them
it’s a devils job, and it may be daft
but every gate of hell is staffed
and i find it such a drag
that family’s second place to flag
from tailored suits to polished boots
i let it go
don’t give two hoots
what’s the point
of rank and file
when you can go the extra mile
the pilots napping at the yoke
and the life i see
is a poor taste joke