Robocop II

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GK#5 c&p 2011 karaoke/robocop

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released 26 January 2011
GRINDCORE CINEMA presents
a NAME LIKE HIS MASTER production
"Robocop II"

Recorded in 2009 by Luke Abbott. Engineered, mixed and mastered
by Luke Abbott & Ryan Page. All mixing was conducted in Luke's living room. Layout, design and photo-editing by Ryan Page.

All songs by Robocop except track 9 which is attributed to some incarnation of Napalm Death. Don't sue us, your as much of a cover band as we are...

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Track Name: I Hope All Your Friends Die
I HOPE ALL YOUR FRIENDS DIE
I want you to be alone
To suffer with the knowledge
That there’s no-one to talk to,
No one to ensnare in singularity
Constantly capturing, with the time of magicians,
the innocuousness of technicians,
the smile of a rapist
Individual death is a chance
for you to feed
cry, cry
look at me, look at me
But, you can’t have pity parties
When you’re the only one left
Track Name: Assassination Markets
ASSASSINATION MARKETS
Amphetamine psychosis, cyber-terrorist
Endless illumination, victim by victim
This excavation of flesh will cause none to yield
He insists he’s a miner of truth
Crypto-Anarchism
Assassination markets
Provisions can be made if you’re feeling lucky
Expiration dates of leaders and CEOs
Sent to a void of encrypted binary
A stealth accumulation of wealth and knowledge
The last known location of your family
“Good business is where you find it.”
The fundamentals of capitalism:
The high price of your life
Versus the low cost of bullets
Track Name: Feminism Über Alles
FEMINISM ÜBER ALLES
To replace one violence with another;
Bonfire of the vanities (genitals)
Cyproterone:
Jews and Artists
Dianic Fundamentalism
Restoration of moral order
Residue of phallogocentrism;
This is the last time we’re cleaning up after you
“The male, like disease, has always existed
And yet, when genetic control is possible…”
Track Name: Car Sex Crash
CAR SEX CRASH
“It lay between us like a saintly relic, the fragment of a hand or shinbone. For Vaughn, this piece of leather, as delicious and as poignant as the stains on the gusset of a shroud, contained all the special magic and healing powers of a modern martyr of the superhighways.” -J.G. Ballard
Track Name: Fed To The Wolves
FED TO THE WOLVES
There’s something dead in the heart of America
A gross infarction completely devoid of any symbolic meaning
Artists and politicians in a circle jerk of semiotics
Fed to the fucking wolves
Track Name: CBMP
CAUCASIAN BIG MAN POWER
East coast bro core, lets fucking go!
Track Name: You Suffer
YOU SUFFER (written by NAPALM DEATH)
Track Name: Skramz
SKRAMZ
Feeling old, selling vinyl to the skramz kids
Who the fuck ever came up with that term?
Apparently “orchid style screamo”
doesn’t work in a search engine.
Fuck it guys, that scene’s been dead for a long time,
We need to stop pretending that "screamo"
ever meant something,
Hack into the wrist or put away the razor blades.
The space in between self inflicted death
and self expression is a black hole
of false poetry and pretension;
you only want to be part of the scene,
when you can’t be part of the scene.
The pain still exists whether you write down or not
So spare me the useless whining
and save your money on overpriced vinyl.
Track Name: Maine Is The Bastard
MAINE IS THE BASTARD
Great Shiva, I invoke in the face of great idiocy
120 days of the maine punk libertines,
great pilgrimage to bro-core Golgotha,
the edge of earth crisis face tattoo crucifixion
Holy snake of luminescence,
Swallowing it’s tail
Here comes the breakdown.