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RobotMonkeyMadman E​.​P.

by RobotMonkeyMadman

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1.
Blood 03:23
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
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Number 12 04:43
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
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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."
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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...
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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
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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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