My name is technicality
My name is perspicacity
My name is a foreign currency,
My name is Mister Robot.
Everybody loves me,
Even those who know me,
Even the black little oozes that creep out of the microwave dial in the break room.
I'm a Magna Carta, I'm an evangelist.
The changing tide of all our lives,
The snuff box in your pocket,
A rocket fuel bonanza,
I'm a rhyme without a stanza.
I wrote a song that sounds like "Neu!",
I'm your sunblushed surfer boy.
I finger Dianetics,
While I fumble calisthenics.
I'm holding closed the door to the shop floor,
I'll give you lockjaw,
I send GIFs in emails.
So lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
Lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
I ate so much sugar,
I ache with the weight of the future.
So lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
Lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
Lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
Lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
Lift me, and roll me,
Lift me, and roll me,
Lift me, and roll me,
Lift me, and roll me in the light,
The light of heaven
Lift me, and roll me,
Lift me, and roll me,
Lift me, and roll me,
Lift me, and roll me in the light,
The light of heaven
So lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
Lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
Lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
Lift me, and roll me,
Roll me in the light of heaven.
This surprise album from the New York alternative band is an archival collection of previously unreleased recordings. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 9, 2020
The long-awaited new record from Woods feels like a stereophonic dream full of whimsical instrumentation and good vibes. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2020