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Broadcast the radio warning. Jets fly patterns in the early morning. There’s nowhere to hide in town. It’s all alarms when the siren sounds. Don’t mind me. I think I am a plane casting shadows on a sunny Saturday. I’m not here. And there’s no time to explain. Tell them not to worry. Help is on the way. Help is on the way. There’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing you can say. Help is on the way. One day we’ll all be hooked up to machines. Everyone producing patterns on a screen. I’m not sure exactly what it means. Everybody flying in their dreams. We’re flying in our dreams. I can hear the shouts. I can hear the screams. I’m flying in my dreams. Drones. Drones. Drones. Drones. Drones. We are drones. Drones. Drones. Drones. Drones.
When the day breaks it wakes you up and it agitates your eyes Blinding you with information, and their lies Leave you thirsty like your mother made you wise And in the end, we will watch as they make love under the drones. The cemetery’s waiting there in the unknown I’m sorry darling it appears we’re on our own. And after all, they’ll build their cities on our bones. Bones break down quicker than we’d like to believe, so take your notes now Make your descriptions, state what you came for, play us your song before you radiate out We are busy men we have messages to intercept, Meetings to attend and encrypted data to protect. Cybernetic butterfly sitting on your cigarette Drones hacked to bits by little kids up on the internet Drones hacked to bits by little kids up on the internet Drones hacked to bits by little kids up on the internet Graduated from the Nintendo to Sega Genesis X-Box trained X-47 Pegasus.
I am not alone I can feel the wind I listen to it sing Underneath my wing, Shadows cast and scattered nice I am a creature of the sky so I never learned to crawl But I will see it all Until I lay my head to rest. Until the day I go to sleep With poisoned arrows in my teeth I will crash into the sea I will drown in gasoline but I am not a plane. I am not a plane. A little out of control… I am not a plane I have lost my bearings. Get me a mechanic. Please nobody panic. Take me to the ATM I’m a friend of logic Trapped in mathematics Laughing like a lunatic I am not an atom bomb I’m not from around here But it doesn’t matter I obey the protocol I am not a laboratory I am planting roses in the spring Polite society has got a smile for every front page It’s been awhile since I slept in on Sundays I got this information tucked away in my briefcase I know my ordinance better than I know my father’s face I’ve always dreamed about getting paid to play video games These days I’m living the dream and I’m dreaming about my next pay raise I dream about a swimming pool, perched between two birch trees I dream about many things, I’m fascinated by currency This electrical output kind of reminds me of that clockwork I got my protocol. No politics. No job search. And I know we’re a little bit out of control. We’ll kill anything that moves from our hot air balloons. We recover moon rock. We have beautiful tin foil hats.
Invasive agents asleep in a hollowed chest Weapons investors are nervous and upset Running out of time and thinking about death And there’s only one good gold wrist watch left Success has them stressed out of their minds They’ve been laying in their beds to rest dressed to the nines Some men spend the summertime in the trenches dreaming of a cigarette break Information manufactures mistakes. How many pictures can a satellite take? Patriotism is a matter of taste And it’s a good thing that they feel safe If they feel safe. Maybe there’s a genius somewhere Someone with their hand on the remote control Wide awake and always watching And there’s nothing in the Universe that they don’t know… They keep us safe. This is soCEOpathic, soCEOpathic soCEOpathic, so soCEOpathic, soCEOpathic, soCEOpathic soCEOpathic, so soCEOpathic, soCEOpathic, soCEOpathic We’re gonna get away with this one Everything is going according to plan And we won’t ever pay our taxes We’ve got vacuum packed stacks of cash stitched into the mattress.
Coke cans lined up along the fence because the children need to get some target practice in. They can laugh and pretend that the farm has got a missile defense system. They’ll line the streets for the funerals of friends and refuse to take their medicine. They were made into imaginary men, then lost of all their bets. Waiting for the comets waiting for the earthquakes Drink til you vomit celebrate your birthday Lighting up some candles, lighting up some blunt leaves World’s going to end… No, you’re not that lucky. Some had to die to hide the fact that the magic has melted away. The war has lost all of its charm now, another blockbuster made. Dusty pocket watches in stock in abandoned buildings Instability in the streets leads to outdated maps Capital collecting as the banks re-open for business It’s been a wonderful holiday for the company brass! Waiting for the comets, waiting for the earthquakes Drink til you vomit celebrate your birthday Lighting up some candles, lighting up some blunt leaves World’s going to end… No you’re not that lucky. Love breaks down of course It’s a biodegradable resource. And the drones have invisible pilots You can see when you close your eyelids. Fear is king. Even here where the angels sing And there’s no way out for them Except through clouds in an empty sky
You were stuck in between my eye and the apple it was chewing on And I'm sorry if I left you to many times wondering what it felt like to feel close And I pushed on your skin to find holes I could bury my eyes in for a while And rest in the dark warm bubble we made from our dust Would you hide me in your dresser now I could dream here forever Stitch me up with your hair and turn me loose on the ocean I've never seen anyone die like this before Up against the hedges on the street with no trace Don't tell me to leave while you are breathing Don't tell me to leave while you are breathing Don't tell me to leave while you are breathing... Well I love to think about you but you never knew who I thought you were and I'm wrapped up in the milk pouring out of the stereo into your chest I scratched a long word into your back And I hope you don't forsake me forever I didn't mean to let you fall down a bruise your fruit And I wish that I had saved some cigarettes for you In dirt driveways I love you In parking lots I love you In drunken apartments I love you And I'll always love you in these places I watch while you turned hollow and I wanted to fill your space But whenever I brought you home I could never find my paints
Would you have time to spend wasting with me on the day that I celebrate birth I crawled into your eye with a picture of sunken hearts that I found and you can tell I'm around by the smell of chloraseptic and the kiss cough syrup We laid on the floor the first time you pushed me down and held me in your breath and burnt down my eyelashes while you lit a cigarette And the moon was all gravy while we painted in your room Remember when I drank from the sink til I knew who you were Til I knew who you were There's a place we can make where you drive with me all of the time You went to work while I fell through the cracks of the window I never went to far away on the tapestry I wove I always ended up on your couch in the morning and singing in huge shower you built me a house in your teeth Well I could stomach the day if it ended up in you The baby’s born and the things that we believe in start to change All the places that we dreamed in rearrange themselves on the window sill
Deliver me I would be floating on strings from your lovely piano now Black and white wood painted Strung up with wire and hanging from the marmalade tree Pencils made votes while the afternoon chokes on the dust from our cellular smiles We could wake up on any day Thankful for more then we knew we could get Would you believe me if your sister loved me The sounds drove her crazy so we stopped the car parked and got lost in the rain We were invisible until the rain stopped And the music moved over and over your body While I tried to figure out why I was laying on you Counting clumsy on fingers that didn't figure out who you were til you left Well I do remember drinking but I don't remember feeling like my face was green and do you held me at the throat Impossible things happen everyday and I guess it was just my turn When we moved from the living room into your bed we fell over our innocence and busted our heads open Think liquid poured out all over the floor and we saw our reflections in it And we saw our reflections in it But your hair was a different color And you had found your lord I wrote your name on my wrist And settled for being ignored
I wonder what we would have done in the backyard if I would have pulled down the dark sky to meet you and cover your lips with reflections of ships in the sky You may have known all the time Deep in my walls I kept pictures to live by And I needed you with me But we never met Skin to skin You told me I couldn't touch your face and for some reason I believe you I never understood why the flowers bled ink on the carpet in the middle of your room How did you look past the antique eyes and precious obsessions that hung from the ceiling The vacant expression on you unconscious mouth Made me forget to remember your voice And I'm not afraid To leave you alone In the attic Where no one but I will go And rummage through Things that I left Here to breathe Soft dusty sunlight fills the air And carefully cares for your February locket wrapped in tissue paper and coughing in your pocket All I could think of was you never taking it off
Set your bells on the table and let me jump off of the roof of your mouth Your bright dress was empty and all we could do was tell jokes on the floor But we needed to lose ourselves in the ceiling You remember much more from the pearly warm spring That we hung ourselves over the hood of my car and you drained me with your voice all the way home On the way home There were lamps in the trees Where the carefully placed leaves never told anybody our secrets Do you know that I lived in your closet With your hours wrapped in old newspaper flowers And over and over I wanted to float through the hallway to pull the candy out from your chest The sun shines through your window And glows across your room while the dust settles we both decide what kind of world we knew You wrapped your veins around mine while we made a new mess Before the days that fell from your mouth and out from your womb We watched the sky as the mountains of clouds passed us by Now the telephone magic and vintage parades make me wanna stay inside while cardboard hearts cut up on real time Sharing your tongue could be dangerous Have you ever felt something endless and cold I'm floating on your rivers and lakes I'm floating on your rivers and lakes I'm floating on your rivers and lakes I'm floating on floating on Well I'm floating on your rivers and lakes Floating on your rivers and lakes I'm floating on your rivers and lakes Floating on Floating on So glad you came to meet me on this star It's bleeding like a martyr and it's always getting better It's always getting worse but we must ride it out Or we won't see past our eyes We won't see the rivers and lakes We won't see the rivers and lakes We won't see the rivers and lakes...


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released September 8, 2014


All music written and performed by Isaac
Ramsey, Colin Swegmon and Erik Akers.
All words written and performed by PT Burnem and Swordplay.
Artwork made by everyone.
Guitars and voices, for the most part, recorded by John Morand at Sound of Music in Richmond, VA during the first days of June 2014.
Mixed at Big Dog Little Dog Studios by Bryan Walthall during the middle days of July 2014.
Mastered by Benoit Moritz in Amiens, France


Rick Colado - vocals, guitar and percussion
Rebecca Zapen - violin
Anthony Anurca - bassoon
Songs written by Rick Colado
Produced, recorded and mixed by Rick Colado at the Green Shed studio in Jacksonville Beach, FL
Mastered by Jeff Smothers


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Dora Dorovitch is a small capacity creative unit born 2000, France.Hosts a secret research department on non-sustainable music, other impossible projects.
For the ten years of the label we restarted our action with the compilation "connect the machine to the map" dedicated to Alt hip hop music.
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