Limited run of classic black vinyl LPs for the record Stickers recorded with Erik Blood just before Troy left lovely Seattle for New York City. Enjoy these tunes long after computers have crashed and we're using bicycles to motor our turntables.
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lyrics
The robots are hungry
Cobra must hunt
Cobra slithers through the tall grass
high up on the cliff wall far above the whipping wave
cobra hunting for some rabbit
hunting for some meat some meat to feed his crew
knife out slither through the wheatgrass gotta skin em up now
gotta gotta feed the crew
skin him put him in the stew skin him put him in the stew
rabbit looks up to the cobra
sir, I’m not meant to die
sir, I’m busy with the rabbits
busy on the screw, making kids like rabbits do
go out hunt yourself some carrots put them in your stew
find some potatoes too
that’s what I would do
Cobra I don’t want to boil, Cobra I don’t want to boil
Who called for rabbit stew, who called for rabbit stew?
Robot took lunch into his own hands
high up in the mountain far above the office space
Robot slithered up the cobra put him in the stew
scooped up all the rabbits, threw them in too
pulled down all the eagles, chopped up all the seagulls
threw in the humans too
struck a match to the flame struck a match to the flame
It’ll kill you too it’ll kill you too
we’re all a-boil we’re all the soil
take me for the meat
chew upon my bones
take my kin back to camp
feed them to your own