Lyrics:
They drop me through twelve bit samplers
We are electronic performers
We are electronics
We need to use envelope filters
To say how we feel
Riding
You're all I've got,
I explained to electronics,
And it understood.
You're all I've got,
I explained to electronics,
And it understood,
Yeah,
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, electronic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's
Moment sonic
Electronic tonic
Love it!
Love it!
Love it!
Love it!
Sonic
Love it
Moment sonic
Electronic tonic
Love it! Love it!
Love it! Love it!
a crime
Electronic Eye, Electronic Eye
For the devoted, a golden key
Twisting tales of treachery
No true freedom can you define
What is Liberty? A web
blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Turn the dials with your hand
Till you find the short wave band
Electronic music sounds from Radio land
We are turning dials of the Radio
We are
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, electronic
Half psychotic, sick,
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, electronic
Half psychotic, sick,
two elements
And some third thing that will be in
Maybe it will be, it might rely heavily on
Electronics, tapes, I can kind of envision maybe
One
that's good
That's good
That's good
That's good
That's good
That's good
That's good
That's good
That's good
Official, electronic music
of doubt
By the all-wise electronic eye bow down
To the mighty electronic eye
They will rescue us all from
A fate worse than death
With a touch
the socket
Supersonic electronic
Check the splashing when I crash
Dress me up in cellophane
Rhythm of the oxygen
Galaxies invading
We are the universe
Chosen
sonic armor
Beltin' it out through chrome grenades
Miles and miles of medusan chord
The electronic sonic boom
It's what's happening baby
it's
I'm on it, get on it
The troops are on fire
You know I need it much closer
I'm tradin' just a little more
Step on it, electronic
The troops are
I'm on it, get on it
The troops are on fire
You know I need it much closer
I'm tradin' just a little more
Step on it, electronic
The troops are
two elements
And some third thing that will be in
Maybe it will be, it might rely heavily on
Electronics, tapes, I can kind of envision maybe
One
like Evisu times ten
We got them choppers that come with a vent
Electronic clip, it come with a sim
My Brooklyn bitch, she came with some Timbs
She
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Ed Mann (vibes, marimba, electronic percussion)
Walt Fowler (trumpet, flugel horn, synthesizer)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
They say they know what it takes
To take a girlfriend to right place
I say you know it's enough
To operate electronic wife
Girl you see my only need
this is where I begin to forget, and now I regret
How could I have been so wrong for so long?
And so, I wrote it all out
All these guitars, electronics
My electronic love!
Send me message! Send!
Write what you’re missing me
Send me message! Send!
Write what you want kiss me!
So! We gonna playing in
out through chrome grenades
Miles and miles of medusan chord
The electronic sonic boom
It's what's happening, baby
It's where it's at daddy
They chain
artificially
Electronic overload
Socialize artificially
Electronic overload
Socialize artificially
Electronic overload
Wasting away precious moments of your
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