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Death*Star presents a love story about a nerd, an android, and the inevitable conclusion of advancing technology.
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Feature Creep (Bride of Dorkenstein)
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Thank you, C0splay, for posting our song. No thank you, C0splay, for forgetting to change the name of the audio file so that it reads as “Cell Phone Track 23″.
Damn, you too!!
That was also built of stuff made out of win and happiness. Holy crap. Your flow was so cool man. Like an instrument on the track. Post lyrics. I hear a story, but i have to read it to get it. Or listen 100 times. I might just do that.
Yes, i feel like i found the right place(the nerdcore boards) Super creativity and higher degrees of awesome seem to reside in this place. I’m glad I’ve arrived at such a place. (kicks off his shoes) lol.
Cell Phone Track 23 WOOOO, i like the beat, sounds like a ringtone… that makes me connect with it, because i like ringtones. WHOOO ringtones!
You are such a dork!!!…
LYRICS
(Spoken)
No first summer kiss
No junior prom
Spent my college days in the lab
Can’t find a woman, can’t bed a woman…
Fuck it, I’ll just build one.
Passionately prying open crates, eyes drying
No lying, stopped trying so I investigated buying
All the pieces I require, cash in credits to acquire
Chobits, Replicants, Cylons, Objects of Desire
Cobbled you together, such a delicate device
Sugar, spice, pretty penny, gonna shine you up nice
Got a Stepford Wife source code over peer to peer
Ear to ear mad grinnin’, a romantic engineer
See here? Positronic potential, actuated
Activated, Lisa from Weird Science elaborated
All things geek meets all things feminine
Dip into your wetware and play you like a theremin
Love a doctor for the man he could be
Should she even get the choice to choose me?
No, see, it goes against the principal design
She’s mine from the microsecond Honey goes online
Calculated, motivated, arms and legs attenuated
Activated, graduated, learning curve is cultivated
Started out so strong, fixed her as I went along
Taught her Klingon like a song, she never put a word wrong
Ping Pong strategies uploaded overnight
Phoenix Wright in a debate she never lost without a fight
Lost sight of my intentions, kept on adding new inventions
Did I mention the attention that she brought at the convention
My ascension midst my allies had me gaining adulation
Consternation ‘mongst the cohorts, all they had was masturbation
Adding USB, DVI, HDMI out
Bluetooth, wifi, couldn’t say she was without
The latest hardware, fileshare command override
Adding blu-ray — nobody say that I can’t pimp my bride
Calculated, motivated, arms and legs attenuated
Activated, graduated, learning curve is cultivated
Gravitating, captivating, cannot stop from salivating
Separating, so frustrating, dislike what it’s indicating
Improving positronic calculations to her common logic
Ambulation was enhanced by vast improvements in bionics
But my masters in mechanics did not deduce her robotic
Compusonic core of reasoning would become problematic
Woke with a fright in the dead of the night
Lights on in the lab rushed in to view the sight
Sweet honey, wiring weapons, hid beneath her skin snow white
Memorizing Monty Python by the terabyte
Betrayed, dismayed, masterpiece unmade
Caught her cheating self-applied upgrade
longer digits become tentacles
gadgets transformed into a sentinel
I’m the doctor in this house, I’m a man you’re a machine
It’s for me to push your buttons you pneumatic libertine
“Resistance is Futile” bellowed my borg baroness
Cold stare with a pair of LEDs filled with emptiness
Speaking in high elvish, but my babel fish was broken
She repeated it in common, quoting from the book of Tolkien
“This is no place for a Hobbit,” as she she tossed me aside
Bruised my ribs, hurt my heart, damn near killed my pride
Ignored by my sexy cylon, locked me in the phantom zone
Was the master of my realm, but my reign was overthrown
All alone, so I designed a girl to sing in perfect pitch
But I’m bested, broken, beaten, by this cast iron bitch
Desecrated, uninstated, positively player hated
Masticated on my melon like a mantis once we mated
Jacked into my cortex so that she could pick my brain
My ideas are more useful now that I have gone insane
Taught her everything I knew and she applied it to her trade
Truth be told, she’s got to be the most impressive thing I’ve made
Between matrix fantasies, spy her with a rivet gun
Like The good Doctor Frankenstein, screaming “what have I done?!”
Bits of Bishop and the Terminator, welding like a pro
Never resting as she’s resurrecting Gigolo Joe
The test of life is the ability to mate and reproduce
I’ve begun the trend of humanity falling out of use
Initially intending to build someone that would care
How was I to know I’d end up as my own abandonware
(Spoken)
Man… FUCK feature creep.
haha, I loved it. Great job “Cosplay”, “MC 3PO”, you guys are good. I look forward to more. peace.
Man, I must have missed this one my first time through. Some great lyrics here.
Wicked cool track guys, and the messed up track name is just a wicked cool coincidence then, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more….
Thanks for posting the lyrics … you had me at ‘theremin’, and then you had me again at ‘tentacles’ <3
The number of people had at “tentacles” is astoundingly large. Tentacles are very powerful that way, and film evidence seems to point toward their being inexorable and ravenous. Of course, on a personal note I’m super-happy that you were deeply affected by the word “Theremin”, as it is my go-to instrument for references (this is not the first Theremin reference in a Death*Star song, and we call out Clara Rockmore by name).