RobotMonkeyMadman E​.​P.

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released February 25, 2011

_______________________________________________ Recorded and Engineered by Duane Trower
Weights and Measures Soundlab, Kansas City

Art by Michael Schultz

RobotMonkeyMadman endorses Knucklehead Strings
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RobotMonkeyMadman Kansas City, Missouri

RobotMonkeyMadman is a Kansas City power trio composed of Dylan Hoffman on guitar and lead vocals, his brother Mark Hoffman on bass and backing vocals, and longtime collaborator Dave Handley on drums. They play music that is heavy but not Metal, intricate but not Prog, angry but not Punk.

They have released an e.p., a live single, and in 2013, their first full-length album, Time Machine. Enjoy!
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Track Name: Blood
In my veins runs the blood of a Spanish conquistador
In my veins runs the blood the Aztec kings that he slaughtered for their gold

I am
I am man
I am American

In my veins runs the blood of the English gentry
In my veins runs the blood of the Africans whose souls were stolen
To build this new world

I am
I am man
I am American

Sins of the father, sins of the son
I know, I know that I am not the only one
That I'm not the only one whose hands are covered
In the blood of a man
Who has both stolen and lost his land
Hands of a man called American
Track Name: Number 12
Stare at the walls, it's all you really have left to do
You have done all the talking here, and all the listening too
You are alone here, no one to lend a sympathetic ear
Not even some poor mute spirit is ranging around

There are no ghosts here
No one has dwelled long enough in this place
To leave a memory or a trace
Let alone a soul behind

People who've lived here before, all they have left behind
Are sloughed skin cells, toe nails, and their aromas
All of the things that they've cooked
All of the people they've fucked
And you can clean until the floor boards squeak
But that's the only voice that you're gonna hear, because

There are no ghosts here
No one has dwelled long enough in this place
To leave a memory or a trace
Let alone a soul behind

Except for you
You left yourself in every place you've ever dwelled
In every hole where you have hid
You still live
And you're growing thin. . .

There are no ghosts here
No one has dwelled long enough in this place
To leave a memory or a trace
Let alone a soul behind
There are no ghosts here
No one has dwelled long enough in this place
To leave a memory or a trace
Let alone a soul behind
Track Name: Highway 61 Re-revisited
Well, all the Christians and the Muslims, and all the Jews
Are worshipping the same God of Abraham
That Old Testament one
From the funny Bob Dylan song
Haha, down on Highway 61

Whatever this god's powers be
What they are not is so plain to see
If you do not understand
Just listen to me my brother, take my hand

For all the godly powers, creator of everything
He does not seem to want to stop all the human gossip
For you can say almost anything and attribute it to his name
You better believe that somebody, somebody will believe it

How else could you possibly explain
How so many different God damn things are said in his name
Like when one man says to another,
"God told me that we should kill our brother."

So I guess what I am trying to say
Is that the word of man, only the will of man contained
So don't speak to me about the will of your so-called god
And I will not blaspheme and molest you

How else could you possibly explain
How so many beautiful things all credit his name
Like when one man says to another,
"God told me that we should love our brother."
Track Name: Epitaph (Not Again)
Like the epitaph of some tragic genius who was brought down in the end
By his own tragic flaws that were so obvious to all

Walk me home
All the way home tonight
'Cause it's getting dark out on the street
And I can not stay out all night

Not again...
Track Name: Livin' the Life
Though we were many, we flowed as one
Through the streets of your suburban city

Though we were many, we flowed as one
Through the streets of your suburban city
And, yeah, we all grew up
But we were still fucked up
And we have always been trying to make it up

But the truth is
We are all living
Living the lives we were born to

And the exuberance of youth, to be anything you choose
That's the life of freedom we're still looking for

But the truth is
We are all living
Living the lives we were born to
But the truth is
We are all living
Living the lives we were born to