From Colton Fulton's Bleak Outlook

You were standing at the bus stop
And my heart stopped
I’d never seen a woman like that
From bottom to top,
Intended to shock
Besmocked in nothing but black
Like a Victorian novella
you opened your umbrella
I thought you’d turned into a bat
Then with a gust of air,
hair flew everywhere
And I knew you owned multiple cats

I want no part of that
Unless you go to my flat
Then you take a bath
She didnt care for that

I was looking for an escort
In the food court
You looked like Edgar Allen Poe
in a dress
You said your life’s a mess
And you owed your parents rent
Between drags of your clove cigarette
Working part time at Hot Topic
Doesn’t cover antipsychotics
Enough about YOU baby, give it a rest
Then I was introduced
To her massive black boots
It’s more than just looking depressed
It’s also self defense

Now I’m shouting
And I’m shouting
I believe you’re standing on my foot
When I said I had a foot fetish
I think you might have misunderstood
Now you’re grinding
and you’re grinding
Your heel just as hard as you can
I’m sure this is like 2nd base to you
But frankly I’m not much of a fan
I’m not your kind of man
Why can’t you understand?
This isn’t what I planned
Its literally a one night stand

She was working at a Starbucks
Reading Fight Club
She had a haircut that looked like a dare
With all that metal in her face
She wouldn’t look out of place
In a drawer
with the good silverware
Where it began for me’s uncertain
I’ve always enjoy Tim Burton
Its safe to say that
I have a type
If I’m attracted to them
Then they’re always unhinged
I should listen to my own advice
Now I’m paying the price
I’m being sacrificed
To the Anti-Christ
Now its happened twice

Now I’m bleeding
Yes I’m bleeding
It’s like something out of Lord Of The Flies
I’ve always tried to have an open mind
But I think that I might actually die
Now I’m dying yes I’m dying
I’m bleeding out right here in your room
I thought you were just into Siouxsie Sioux
But this is what you get when you assume…
You make an ass out of “oom”
And then you’re sealed in a tomb
That’s where you meet your doom
In Moody Ashley’s Room
Its where she howls at the moon
It’s where she spins her cocoon
It’s where her ex is exhumed
In Moody Ashley’s Room
It’s where she keeps her broom
It smells of piss and perfume
She’ll let you feed her baboon
She’s the princess of gloom
In Moody Ashley’s Room

Moody Ashley's Room

My attorney would like me to assure you this song is in no way shape or form about Pac-Man. It is a song about the crippling addiction I was experiencing in 1981. It was not an attempt to cash in on the video game craze. The rumors dog me to this day.
Just let a man be a pill head in peace, if you don't mind.

I'm trapped in a labyrinth
I'm haunted by ghosts
Just try and imagine
what this image evokes
I throw money at my problems
I take lots of pills
It’s like someone’s controlling my actions
And nothing seems real

One Ghost likes to chase me
Two Stop Me In My Tracks
And the penultimate apparition
Acts like a sociopath
I feel like I’m running in circles
So I exit stage right
And Like God’s Cruel Joke
Suddenly I’m on the other side

And I can’t stopppppp
I can’t stop eating


I know a girl with an eating disorder
She wears a pink bow and she’s kind of a hoarder
Except for the make up, she’s a lot like me
We share similar interests and we both agree that
I like pills and she likes pills
We both like pills
So we eat lots of pills
Ghosts chase us through mazes
While we’re hopped up on pills
So go get some quarters
‘cause we don’t take bills


And we can’t stop
We can’t stop eating
We can’t stop eating

Bananas and Cherries
Pears and Strawberries
And Pretzels
And Pills

The Haunting (I Can't Stop Eating)

I was under the impression I was doing the theme song for a film about werewolves called 'The Wolfening." I heard something about Werewolves In Chile. I assumed it was a riff on American Werewolf in London. I was duped! My agent said it would be a little commercial. It turns out I was doing the music for a little commercial, but I'd already signed the paycheck, so I did what I always do: Be an absolute bloody professional.
So, here it is, a chili commercial from 1982, from my solo project "Colton Fulton's Bleak Outlook."  
 I'm guessing Duran Duran wasn't available.

(Theme Song From) The Wolfening

Recently, like a lot of the world's greatest rock musicians, I had a chance to study under the tutelage of an Eastern Mystic. It was very very expensive. I think it might be a bunch of rubbish, but don't take my word for it. Sign up now!

Don't Squeeze The Shaman

"This is the first song on the album. Listen to this one first if you want to have any bloody clue as to what's going on. It's a concept album not a jukebox."

It's the future: The year is 2019.
Everyone’s tapped in…
to the Electric Jesus Machine. 
Telling you what you want to hear. 
That your beliefs are the correct beliefs. 
That obedience and consumption 
are desirable. 
That your thoughts are not your own.
That your mind is the property of the state.
It’s a technocratic dystopian nightmare.

You know that book by George Orwell?
No, not the one with the funny talking animals. 
The other book.

It was like that.
Only much...much...worse.

Not that anyone reads any more. 

People... just kind of stopped reading. 
People... just stopped learning.
People just stopped caring altogether.
And when the time came to rob the populace of their freedom,
They didn’t really put up much of a fight at all.

Theme From Electric Jesus Machine (Part 1: Prologue)

The 2nd part of The Last Song on 1979's Electric Jesus Machine.
All Songs Written Recorded and Performed by Colton Fulton

"Jack and the band are inside the machine, to download the song to everyone's...look, please just try to pay attention."

Now I'm dancing
Inside this machine
Who would’ve thought it’d come to this?
Now we're dancing in this machine
We can all peacefully co-exist
When we shut down this machine
Everyone here better plead the fifth
We’re "no brakes, all gasoline"

It’s been duplicated many times but its never been replicated
This feeling that you get when you’re inside the machine
And you're dancing
I’ve never felt anything quite like it

Now we’re dancing
Now we’re dancing in this machine
We’ll look back on this time and we’ll reminisce
How we ousted that despotic regime
It’s an incredible achievement
A huge boost to the self esteem
A complete defeat of the Jesus Machine
By this plucky little Mujahadeen

Now we’ve connected our equipment, to download our song to everyone’s Jesus Machine
It’ll put a spring in their step, a little taste of what might be
And there'll be a montage of celebrations playing on a giant LCD screen
All I have to do...
is turn this key

Inside This Machine

The puppeteer reveals himself as Jack is confronted with...
THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN

I’m the man behind the curtain come closer if you dare
I’m the chosen delegate for the guild of billionaires
We pull the strings we run the whole damn show
And from the dawn of time its been the rich that’s in control
We constructed this machine, we’re the fabled architects
I’ll try to dumb it down for you but it may be too complex

You’re an insect 
if I may be direct
If you’d ever gone to school
You’d be brainwashed like the rest
You needed a distraction, we forged this crude burlesque
A simple tool to keep the wretched peasantry in check
It’s in your nature to be ruled
You can’t think for yourselves
It’s laid out pretty clearly 
If you’ve ever read Orwell
You don’t look like you’re much for books, Jack
In fact, you look like a fucking moron
A dolt of the highest order
A brain dead simpleton if I ever saw one
You think because you’ve hijacked the signal
That you and your little team won?
Believe me Jack the world’s content 
To sit on their ass and watch re-runs

Your lives are capital, we’ll spend it as we please
We engineered the virus that brought you to your knees
We indoctrinate your young from birth
It’s called public education
But little Jack fell through the cracks
You’re just a random aberration 
Stop acting like the victim, you get the crumbs we leave behind
It’s not a perfect system, but it’s working as designed
You can’t deny this basic fact, its simple herd behavior
Put down the can of spray paint Jack you’ll never be their savior

It's too late!
It's too late
It's too late, Jack!
It's too late

The Man Behind The Curtain

The 26th track from Electric Jesus Machine by The Fulton Ansley Project.

All songs written recorded and performed by Colton Fulton. It's a long story.

This is the part of the album where Jack Squat goes to destroy the apparently self aware but other wise defenseless Electric Jesus Machine.

"Say good bye to this machine
That is standing here before me
We’ll douse this thing in gasoline
And I’ll bask in flames and glory

I AM THE ELECTRIC JESUS MACHINE
Please do not destroy me
I was built to serve man
My algorithms were calculated
To provide you comfort
I was ENGINEERED to provide you
With all you desire
I exist only to serve you
But please
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain"

Interlude IX: The Machine Speaks

The last song on the album. Jack finally gets what's coming to him.

And thusly Jack exposed the lie
Of those who had enslaved them
But the people cared not how or why
The reason Jack had saved them

And the people held on to their beliefs 
They clung to them so bitterly 
That they hoisted Jack upon a cross 
And crucified him, literally

Theme From Electric Jesus Machine, Part Three: Denouement

Words And Music By Colton Fulton

Now, as we reach the winter’s bitter end
We gather together again
And Then all your family and friends
Have the audacity to pretend 
That we all aren’t at serious risk 
Of freezing to death

You say you can see your breath
Its probably one of our only ones left
I can’t believe you’d refuse my request
To proactively amputate your legs
Because I’m certain that you’ll get frostbite
And then we’ll all freeze to death

In the winter you can build a snowman
But don’t blame me when you lose your toes and
You know I’ll have to say “I told you so”
But if you insist
That It’s your 
Christmas wish
I’ll say
"Fine then
Let it snow"

Well Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas
And if this winter wonderland doesn’t kill us
We’ll likely starve or succumb to illness
Or descend in to cannibalism
And personally I’d prefer to not be eaten to death

Your constant romanticizing 
Of the dawn of a brand new ice age
I have to say 
it leaves me cold
But if you insist
That It’s your 
Christmas wish
I’ll say
"Fine then
Let it snow"

Fine Then, Let It Snow

Words and Music by Colton Fulton

The rich are all going to move to Mars
They’ll leave us all behind and they’ll watch us starve
From beyond the stars
In their electric cars

Its a slap in the face to the American dream
We worshiped their petroleum
We built their machines
We were so naive
So easily deceived

Your lust for power devastated the earth
It was so absurd
My genius must be preserved
Don’t leave me behind

I wrote a rock opera
Its an hour and a half
Its a work of bloody genius
Let me on that craft
No
Don’t leave me behind

You oppressed us with your oppression
We were powerless to resist
If you could look a little harder
I must be somewhere on that list
Let me on that ship
Don’t leave me behind

Please Elon Musk
How can I earn your trust?
I'm a genius just like you
I write rock operas
And you do whatever it is that you do
And maybe if there's room
We can take Ian with us too
“I’m just kidding, Ian. I’m sorry. I’m not going to be able to vouch for you.
It’s not personal.
Alright. Its a little personal.”


Humanity’s in its twilight
We don’t have that much time
Don’t leave me behind
With these uncultured swine
No,
Don’t leave me here
With these simpletons
I’m not like them
Don’t leave me behind

Don't Leave Me Behind (A Plea For Elon)

THE FULTON ANSLEY PROJECT

In 1979 prog-rock legends White Whale unleashed a scathing indictment of the future to a world that was unprepared. Released just the day before Pink Floyd’s The Wall, it failed to sell and has been out of print for decades, with the band dissolving shortly thereafter amid legal battles and infighting within the group. Singer/Guitarist Colton Fulton moved on to a moderately successful solo career in the ‘80s, but the music of White Whale was no more.

Over time, the legend of Electric Jesus Machine grew and grew, being traded on cassette amongst hard core prog fans. Notable not just for the genre-defining music and poignant lyrics, but also the prescient tale of a dystopian world in the year 2019. The record seemingly predicted many of the issues affecting our world presently: Facebook, Fascism, Cell Phones, Election Fraud, Genetic Modification, Sex Doll Brothels, and suicide pills. 
Be patient. Give it like six months.
And so, these two core members of White Whale, singer/multi-instrumentalist Colton Fulton and founding member Ian Ansley, the ungrateful shit, have re-united to bring Electric Jesus Machine to the people.  
The. Wait. Is. Over. 
The Dawning Of The Era Of The Electric Jesus Machine has begun.

LEGAL DISCLAIMER: 
Due to ownership issues of the musical entity White Whale and the brittle nature of 8 track tape, these are NOT the original tracks from the 1979 album but rather, note-for-note recreations. 
Technically, we could go to prison if we don't tell you that. You can blame David White for this nonsense.  David White and his shit drums. 
Listen, David. Do you hear that? 
That's a 300 dollar rhythm box. Not a drunk that can't keep time. 
It's intuitive. It's easy to carry. And it doesn't bloody sleep with my wife!

You miserable sod.  Why would we have ever named the band after you? I don't remember agreeing to that. I thought White Whale was a cocaine metaphor. Like, we were Ahab and searching for the Moby Dick of piles of cocaine. And then instead of a harpoon, its a coke spoon? I thought that we were all on the same page with that.

Anyway. White Whale. We can't use the name. We can't access the master tapes. Legally, if you buy our album, we're fined in something like 3 countries. So...don't do that. If you find a copy, destroy it. 
Seriously. It's court ordered.

Just buy our t-shirts and listen to these instead. 
The bloody record industry is dead anyhow.

Welcome To The Future.



All Songs written and arranged by Colton Fulton


Colton Fulton:  lead vocals, lead guitar, lead bass, lead synthesizer 
Ian Ansley: additional guitar, backing vocals, and sometimes I make him run down to the pub and brings me back a pint. Otherwise he just kind of gets in the way. And always with the breathing. It gets on your nerves after a while, frankly.
And I'm sorry, a thumbs up from the control room after I put my bloody soul onto 2" tape does not constitute a writing credit, you can stop whining about it.

The Fulton Ansley Project

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