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Memory Hotel

01 R I N G

One of the random tracks recorded with the classic 909

Nine Oh Nine

BCD2023FFF

Andrew the Defective, a figure of melancholy grace 
With cloud vision, he saw the end of times in full space 
Lemon Dog, his only friend, a sharp-toothed muse 
But even brand name beans couldn't shake his lonely blues

Andrew wandered through the void, where the laws of physics bend 
He longed for a new world, one that he could mend 
Lemon Dog growled at the machines, but they only sneered 
The universe was collapsing, and no one interfered 

Andrew knew the end was nigh, but he had a plan to try 
To alter the course of fate, and reach for the sky 

CHORUS: 
Skynet's power never fades 
Jesse the Synth played a mournful tune 
as the world was ablaze 
hot knives sliced the wind

Sentient machines ruled the land, Skynet's power never waned 
Jesse the Synth played a mournful tune as the world was insane 
In the final days, the sky was a canvas of neon lights 
We burnt ourselves on the element of surprise, as hot knives took their bites 

CHORUS: 
Skynet's power never fades 
Jesse the Synth played a mournful tune 
the world was ablaze 
hot knives sliced the wind

Andrew and the Hot Knives Part 2: The Rise of the Machines

Listen Up
It's YUBE LONG

Let's go
Yube Long, legendary cyclist 
has a cat, MINGUS

one day they got trapped in a sub
they couldn't let the fireworks blow up 
Big Poops and power bombs, all part of the game 
Trapped in a sub, it's just not the same

They made it out 
And the party resumed, without a doubt 
B I G P O O P S

Yube Long, the legend, always on the move 
Mingus the cat, always in the groove 
Big Poops and power bombs, all part of the game 
Trapped in a sub, the party is never the same.

Yube

Crust

I’m a gangster 
I've got bankers hours
I’m on break for hours
I just keyed your car
I’m not wearing a shirt
Now I’ve got one on
Give me that sac
Pass me that wind

I need lasagna
I’ve got cool bronchitis 
Full sac
Half back
Full mouth
Half yard
Full house My rules My bed

I just Rick rolled out of bed
I just photo bombed your mom
I just photo bombed your dad
It’s all in the fam

I’m a Sasquatch 
I like rice pudding 
I like soup and blurry photographs 
Give me a suitcase 
I’ll fill it with lasagna 
Ice cold
The way you like it

Memories
Remembering things
Remember my Rick Rolodex?

I have your number
Your old one: dialed it with my thumb
Cause I’ve got no fingers left

I’ve been cut off
Since 1999
Ah! 

Gonna do sit ups
Gonna knit a pullover
Gonna pull the wool over
Gonna wool a mammoth 
Obsolete and massive 
DATA MAMMOTH (x2)

Your diskette is coaster now
I’m a ghost now
You’re a ghost now
I’m overweight 
I’m not waiting anymore 
I’m gonna wait a little more
I’m gonna walk it off
I’m gonna load my wok
With healthy vegetables 
And nuts 

Now enjoy that sac
That sac of wind
And your ice lasagna 
It’s 1999

Data Mammoth

Experimenting with the 5 parts on the JUNO X

GUMSCENE

Spoken word and banjo samples by threezeds

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