Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run, but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that won't be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

Lyrics

Thinking has always been quite hard for you
You need someone telling you what to do
If that's right or wrong doesn't matter to you
Fuck or kill, I guess, there's no difference at all

Trained to be just a pawn
Free will exchanged for an income
Conscience erased so no remorse
Just meat in uniform

Obey, rebel, obey, rebel
Obey, rebel, I said obey, rebel
Obey, rebel, you better obey, rebel
Obey, rebel, obey, you need to rebel

You're the one who can stop
All this slaughter
There can't be wirepullers
With no hand
Amputate them now

"We ask a lot of those to wear a uniform
We ask them to leave their loved ones
To travel great distances
To risk injury
Even to be prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice of their lives
They're dedicated
They're honorable
They represent the best of our country
And we are grateful"

But it could be worse than that
Maybe you like the smell of that flesh
The power of making lives end
While flying your flag

In this case you're a servant, a servant
A servant, the worst servant
A servant, so servant, fuckin' servant
The servant of those pigs


Credits

Music:
Carmelo Di Lio
Vincenzo Marretta

Lyrics:
Carmelo Di Lio

Performed by:
Bruno Cullaro (vocals)
Carmelo Di Lio (guitar, bass, synth and vocals)
Vincenzo Marretta (drums)

Production, mix and master:
Carmelo Di Lio


Copyright ©℗ 2023 Unlearning Machines
©℗ All rights reserved

Servant of the Pigs

All music by me

"Some Sort of Magic" written by me and Dani Ford

Special thanks to Dani Ford and Kahlan Davis

Cover by 99mimimi (Pixabay)

Happy Hour

In So Little Time

Elevator music for the ride, enjoy it...

-Shadowscape

; )

Nothing Happening In An Elevator ; )

Good Enough

Burn Off

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Blood and Honey

I never thought I'd say it
Like a brick through our window
That let our house start shaking

I didn't think I had it in me
To break what I've known
And let these walls be forsaken

But I'm not sure I ever knew you
Like you needed me to
But I swear I could taste it

I tried my best to ignore it
But the seed it took root
And shed the fruit that's now wasted

Why did I waste my time
Falling down hills to climb?
All who knew me saw right through me
What did I hear you say
This is a hollow play?
Not much to doubt while bleeding out

Sometimes I cannot see me
So I'll pull a sheet over
To give me some shape now

I hope I'll be able to find me
In the void it creates
There's a beauty in the breakdown

Who are you to say
I'm better off to stay
What don't kill me, might just heal me
What did I hear you say
This is a hollow play?
Not much to doubt while bleeding out

I'm holding out for hope now
That when the bottom drops out
They'll be something to catch me

But sometimes it's nice to fall
At such great heights
You can see it all completely

There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out
There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out
There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out
There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out