Find Me A Physicist!

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lyrics

Bright lights lead the way.
No pain. Long hallway.
Last rites. Things to say.
Don’t strain. Float away.

You would never believe the way that I float out here.
Mold elements, no atmosphere.
Just dust. And when they touch they burn.
Put your finger to the top of the world and make it turn.
Nobody can see me because nobody tries.
They just assume that I’m alive.

People on the brink of death utter with their last breath
everything thing they believe but they never said.
And I’ve been out here for years see.
But I never measure history, unlimited energy.
Running for infinity considering I tend to be
an entity directed toward simplicity it’s interesting
I get data, and they still care.
It’s digital. It’s a prayer that they’re sending me.

I need an upgrade. Everything on me’s way out of date
and hey, I got five pistons that are firing late.
Pathetic credit to address it. Tell me what’s it going to take?

Bright lights lead the way.
No pain. Long hallway.
Last rights. Things to say.
Don’t strain. Float away.

I hear a lot of stuff,
and I patch up bugs, but it’s never enough.
Every fuel cell doesn’t always do well.
Corrosion makes times get rough.
And I determine the composition.
Every atom. Every planet. Every nuclear position.
And it’s a mixture of chance and precision.
An even disposition is critical to the mission.
An analytical system is supposedly the science.
Check the alliance, I put them into existence.
And I can see every piece clearly.
I never seem to settle who engineered me.

I’m sorry but I go to ask.
I know it’s not big and the world is vast,
but the programmer left me with all these tasks.
Uh, can I get another drive attached?

Me? See I never complain.
I risk rust in the heaviest rain.
I know that I haven’t been the best mainframe
but I just need rest, could you level down my brain?

Yes. I can do that.
It’ not even an issue if you believe that it’s true that
you are dealing with a deity than approve that.
Don’t even deduce it just assume that you will prove that
I exist. Who will admit this?
Only the witless? Find me a physicist!
And I will shatter every theory that you’re living with.
It doesn’t matter, you can believe that I’m primitive.
Doubt. That’s what I’m all about.
I’ve got motives, but you’ll never figure them out.
It’s not life. It’s conscious intelligence,
doomed to improve until I’m no longer relevant.

You would never believe the way that I float out here.
Mold elements, no atmosphere.
Just dust. And when they touch they burn.
Put your finger to the top of the world and make it turn.

Bright lights lead the way.
No pain. Long hallway.
Last rights. Things to say.
Don’t strain. Float away.

You would never believe the way that I float out here.
Mold elements, no atmosphere.
Nobody can see me because nobody tries.
They just assume that I’m alive.

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from Supercommuter, released July 21, 2009

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Supercommuter Seattle, Washington

100% of Supercommuter’s music is written while creeping along State Road 520, in the peak moments of rush hour traffic in the Pacific Northwest. Stenobot composes beats on a classic Game Boy while nestled in the comfort of a King County Metro bus. Optimus Rhyme’s Wheelie Cyberman adds words while piloting a Prius toward an ever-present ergonomic chair. Tron Juan pieces it all together. ... more

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