Science, Sex & Simplicity

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An English socialist indifferent to organisation
Bikes the countryside
The Bombe, mechanical mind
The future as an equity
Science, sex and simplicity

For how long will the robots in the tower above my garden
Try to imitate my mind,
Try to replace my mind?
Buzzing machine all along the street
Something sentient that ends up close to me

Replacement of labour struggles with artifice and reason
They'll take our jobs, the nasty, mechanical fucks!
The little plastic, ungodly fucks!
Please stop science in time
"Social mobility" won't convince them to stay in line

There's nothing wrong with a little competition
Try not to worry, my friend
For those of us who have a hard time living
For those of us who have a hard time feeling real
It could be warm
It's either World War Three,
Shit and piss,
Natural collapse,
Or it's this.

Get to know the robots in the tower above your garden
We're either altruist,
Or repressed by the hands
Of the rich.

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from Science - Like Religion But Real, released May 3, 2017

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a truth called nothing Stockholm, Sweden

The European atheist art-rock band, a truth called nothing, is made up of contrasts: they combine hi-i with lo-fi, death with joy. They have been active since the new millenium began, collaborating heavily with the european movement to legalize assisted suicide, as well as emerging at the forefront of the online phenomenon "Borgarkrossarna" ("The Bourgeois Breakers"). ... more

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