Artbook Flipping / Spring Rounds

by Robocobra Quartet

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i'm drowning in a sea of marketing buzzwords and i'm puzzled by this, the last refuge of scoundrels: "creatives" hunched over a light-pen thinking (their way) out of the box they put themselves in art-book flipping, "inspiration" is the linchpin it's simply self-delusion to think that this is more than aping thoughts off of the beaten track this route brings home the bacon careers built on faking / art-book flipping! well, of course every excursion is going to be met with resounding indifference: cosmic inattention. even among my fellow black-sheep i maintain a heterochromic penchant even among my fellow black-sheep i find the flock heard no mention of how elastic our stiff prejudices grow when love comes once to bend them but i'm not looking up for answers… or at least i'm not stopping at the heavens. and if we're looking for other life that's "intelligent" i hope fermi & co. spare me because i'm asking the same question… (… "where is everybody?") art-book flipping!
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i'm staying on the fence, but i'll straddle it conventional 'wisdom' often isn't convention is there to be toyed with convincing us of an alternate contending our tendencies to chase it conventional wisdom often isn't convention is there to be toyed with convincing us of an alternate how can we submit to tradition without giving independence an honourable mention? and, i should mention that 'human nature' is a bullshit conception; we have a long-standing tradition of genocidal intention and riddle me this: - sex scene at eighteen: legal human being - twenty-five to life (murdered man, sobbing wife) - slaughterhouse/dead cows/blade to neck/fork to mouth/swing of guillotine a natural thing - oh, but don't fuck the poor little things! and my man chet atkins (i mean chet baker...) wanted to get lost and i can relate to that first (but probably not foremost): the remarkable feeling of being in motion again. going to georgia, going to maine, there's never a "ville" with no "gaines". but i'm not en-route looking for escapism. i take trains: you'll find no vauxhall and i within i've seen folks left high and dry scrambling to find piece of mind running to burning men, looking for moments away to find nothing within.

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Recorded live by Chris Ryan at the McMordie Hall, Belfast on 9 June 2014

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released July 12, 2014

Tom Tabori - Soprano Sax
Jamie MacKenzie - Tenor Sax
Nathan Rodgers - Bass
Chris Ryan - Drums/Vocals

#1 Lyrics by Chris Ryan; music by Robocobra Quartet.

#2 Lyrics by Chris Ryan; music by Igor Stravinsky. Arranged by Robocobra Quartet.

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