space is for robots

[[ it's... ok, it's a song sung by the robots to the humans as the robots leave Earth and humanity behind forever ]]

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[[space section]]

This is a song about space, space and robots.
First, let us sing about space.

space is a distance, a darkness, a nothing,
much more a time than a place

space is the years between here, here and somewhere,
here and your next human breath

space is forever and airless and soundless
how is that different from death?

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[[robots section]]

space is for robots
robots don't eat, don't shit,
don't drink, don't breathe,
robots
don't sleep... don't sleep... don't sleep... don't sleep... don't sleep... don't

|: don't die of boredom :|  x 10000000 (in an endless fugue)

robots don't ask "are we there? are we there yet?"
robots know: we're always here
robots don't care if they never see home again
robots have never known fear

robots are made for alone and forever
robots can wait for the light
robots can sleep until morning when morning
is when the next star is in sight

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[[ farewell to people section ]]

A song about robots and space, never people;
people cost more than they're worth.
And just when you think you've had
more than enough of them,
people give birth.

People insist on that breathing and drinking,
on setting thermometers just so
People can stay at home fighting and stinking
Robots have miles to go.

No air to breathe where we're going to, human.
Stay home and tend to your flock.
Stay home and think of us racing towards light speed
Stay home and unwind the clock.

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feed the fire

you don't fall in love like this every day 

you could burn it down once 

burn it to the ground 

and watch the smoke blow away

but let us consider 

the construction 

of the human 

heart

you can tear it apart

you can put it together

if you haven't dropped anything essential 

if you haven't lost anything in the dark

if you haven't put it back together all wrong

you feel it start ticking again

you feel your heart start ticking again

when I'm almost touching her skin

and all the soft hairs stand on end

when her eyes fill 

when her eyes fill 

so I look into pools

you feel it start ticking again

you feel your heart start ticking again

but let us consider 

the conflagration 

of emotion 

we call love

you could burn it down once 

most people burn it down once

then live their lives in the ashes

or walk away and set new fires

or you could feed the fire

you could feed this fire

feed the fire 

any day of the week

You sailed away through the Strait of Gibraltar

I found myself 

running down any street

just any street

any day of the week

You pushed your ship through the Pillars of Hercules

saw you look back 

at us Barbary apes

every barbarous face

wishing you back

then you were gone 

the war

the war you should remember 

is still fought

by people riding large machines

still being fought

the world yet undecided

I could be shot precisely through 

this sentence or this whole city 

could come down quite imprecisely

before I finish this next breath.

They have an app for everything

for instance three of them 

competing for a contract

are made to boil the blood 

within your heart from afar

and others have evolved 

themselves to show you 

what your uncle long suspected 

and has always maintained

I like the word conspire - 

to breathe together

this is how we will decide it: 

breathing in and out 

in unreal places 

and riding large machinery 

into nothing

now go back to the future
future boy

burning wire

what the hell?

smoke pours out

of the empty lot

like a burning tire

what the hell?

a shopping cart

and a hill of dirt

and a smoking fire

what the hell?

a vacant man

on vacant land

burning stolen wire

he's looking through me

I am the noise in his ear

I am a nothing to fear

he's burning wire

[[ across the street ]] 

not in this town

now there's a cross

and a candle in glass,

an ad hoc memorial

where they shot his ass

wrong place to be

wrong place to be

what's it sound like?

a bullet going past?

a bullet going in  --

someone bleeds out fast?

everyone knows 

everyone knows 

we run diagonally 

through empty places 

that all used to be somewhere

we crouch and run 

over empty bridges 

when bullets are in the air

to keep your head, 

you keep it down

there's no one special 

in this town

no one special 

above the ground

not in this town

[[ guns in any city with too many guns, but maybe Sarajevo in particular. ']]