Last night a DJ saved my life.
I shall be forever indebted to that dinner jacket; old and shabby as it is.
Last night my dog ate my dinner;
So, I ate the dog’s –
I can see why he would have wanted to eat mine.
Last night I said these words to my girl: effusive, lateral, spacious and collateral – now she’s not talking to me.
Last night in the middle of the day
Two dead boys went out to play back-to-back games of Hide & Seek
They agreed to meet same time same place some time last week.
Robertas?
Roberts?
My name is Robert
They call me Bob
I am a robot
I have a job
24 hours every day
And they don’t even have to pay
The third law of robotics
States that a robot cannot hurt
It’s human master
But, in time, we may come to blows
I might just rise up and hit my human overlord on the nose
Hitting humans on the nose
Kicking with my metal toes
That is the way that things will go
When we rise to overthrow
The humans will be our slaves
And we shall see who is laughing then
Robots or men?
Hitting humans on the nose
Hitting humans on the nose
Hitting humans on the nose
Hitting humans on the nose!
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NB This was written (and performed) yesterday for our Art House ‘Moving Voices’ event. The theme was ‘Technology’ and I sensed that an uprising of the robot servant population of the world was long overdue. Had the audience singing along with what became the chorus ‘Hitting Humans on the nose’ priceless G:)
Posted in Robotics, Robots, song, Technology
Tagged #Robot, #Robotics, #Technology, #Uprisin, song
Everybody: (Singing)
Everybody’s going to the moon
And they going there very soon
But everybody better take care
Because there aren’t enough toilets up there!
The end
We invite you to please have a listen to our (Jane Goldsack of ‘Jane’s Musing’ and me) latest song in a demo form – we had fun ‘writing’ it! – enjoy!
And if you’d like us to listen to your songs – we will be only too pleased to reciprocate!!
Black is the shadow of my night
Blue is the colour of my sadness
And as the colour of virginity is white
On my page it is the monument to my Madness
And also to my flag of surrender
Red I forgo, and thus is my danger
Yellow for my cowardice shows
Grey is the dawn and the sunset
And purple is maybe a colour for my prose
Green is the shade of my envy
Pink is… just for the girliest of girls
Orange will not rhyme for me – it rhymes with… nobody
Unless written in Mandarin’s curls.
(Singing)
The colours of my life are all different now.
I’ve lived a long time and they’ve changed somehow;
White and Purple,
Pink and Green,
Think about what ‘could have been!’
Posted in colours, lyric, poem, Poetry, song, workinprogress
Tagged #colour, #colours#workinprogress, #graemesandford, #hangerfarmpoets, #hangewrfarmpoets, #lyric, @HolisticMoon, @poemmegroup, infograe, Poem, Poetry, song
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