Goldeneye remix of Droidsong's "Inky" from Viscous EP. Charge yr robot vac.

Droidsong - "Inky" demo [GOLDENEYE REMIX]

Original demo of Thickets. Final (three times as long, ha) version released on Droidsong - Viscous EP.

Lyrics:
Wake up and get things done
Race against the setting sun
Keep my face from every screen
These fingerprints are seared off clean
You were born hiding in packs
I was born hiding my tracks
Search for an eternity
You'll find your truth but won't find me

Comb a fine toothed fuck through thickets rich with insects
try to follow but you're burning precious light
An empty oil can is all that's left since they fled west
(You won't find clues, you won't find me
You won't find clues, you won't find me)
Running dry on luck, it's clear you're getting desperate
and this all could stop if you just said those words
You're praying to a ghost for guidance when deep down you know
(You won't find clues, you won't find me
You won't find clues, you won't find me)

Droidsong - "Thickets" (demo)

"it's cold
think I saw you
I'm not sure, anymore
I don't know what you look like
I can't be sure
I wait for you see me first
be so bold
but I don't catch your eye

I'm old
every passing second adds
another flower
on the grave I'll one day leave
to be so dour
say the words you long to hear
be so bold
I've been waiting here for hours"

Hours

there is a pattern
there's always a pattern
there is a code somewhere
hidden inside

always a structure
schematic, solution
there is an answer
I'll know once I've tried

[try, keep trying]
[run, keep running]
[they keep coming]

Brute Force Attack

Baddies on the loose
it's time to hit the pavement
shotgun in the bomb
strap your velcros on
when there's baddies on the loose
no time to take a statement
hear us comin', comin',
oh we comin', gonna get ya, get ya

Fluoro Velcro

Head up, back straight, desert boy marches on toward his almost certain demise.

Desert Boy

I awake to the sound of flies in my window
try as they might, they're never getting through
they'll never feel how the wind blows

I awake to the sound of flies in my window
they're buzzin buzzin

Mortein and Milo, that's the breakfast of champions
in such low light, my eyes begin to sting 
I'll read the can by the lantern

I didn't mean to
I think I murdered their mother
hours they pass but I can't hit through the glass
I hold my hand like a crowbar

I awake to the sound of flies in my window
they're buzzin buzzin

Fly Factory

No punchline. No canned laughter.
No way to make this go faster.
No such thing as a hereafter.
Just a recipe for disaster.

No Punchline

"A slow, lumbering mechanical colossus, epic in its grandeur from a distance. But if you inspected a fallen one, you'd see it was actually made from millions of spinning cogs and gears, a countless amount of  tiny moving parts shaping the larger form."

[lyrics]
"Standing, stumbling, sleeping, stirring,
sitting, slurring, shaking, stalling,
starving, spilling, scraping, screaming,
scouring, scorning, sweeping, switching,
scalping, scolding, stretching, scorching,
staking, snatching, striking, stabbing,
stripping, shielding, shrieking, scourging,
screening, scrying, sorting, synching,
searching, searching, searching, searching,
searching, searching, searching, searching."

Colossus

(first released as "Droidsong", now retitled)

Lyrics:
over a red rock I roam
I leave my mark
two parallel lines
off into the dark
I'm calling out for you again
can you hear me?
the signal is fine
the signal is fine

over a red rock I roam
I leave my mark
two parallel lines
off into the dark
my battery is getting low
it's getting too low
can you hear me?
the signal is fine

"this more recent severe dust storm had a very sudden increase in atmosphere capacity, never before has any observation on Mars shown an atmosphere capacity that high. That is truly dead of night during the day for the rover, and so the rover couldn't generate any energy with that. And so, we saw the rover shut down, and there wasn't anything we could do at that point, because it didn't have power to keep going. And we just had to wait. And that's what we did do, was wait and wait and wait." - John Callas

Parallel Lines

demos and stray recordings of Christopher Jane / Droidsong.

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