fergus & geronimo - "the roman stuff is where it's at" lyrics
“got these, they call em hectacopters. they’re, they’re police drones with infrared cameras that can sense our pulses, and… well they can shoot you down with a rubber bullet from the sky. who knows, they probably have lasers on em. it gets to the point these days you can’t tell who’s drone and who’s truly human, y’know what i mean? sometimes you can’t even trust your own family, i wouldn’t put it past uncle sam to start replacing your own family members with uh… clone drones. i bet he’s doing that sh-t already. i’ve probably said too much though. i dunno, maybe we should just pack and leave tonight. maybe that’s the best thing to do. or maybe you’re one of them already. i feel as if i’ve outgrown this tiny planet. surely there must be a place in the universe populated by [?] beings that remain unadulterated by the constance of technology. planet still in its [?]. i hear planet earth is nice this time of year. earthlings, eh? yes they are fascinating creatures. so petty, un-ssuming, uncomplicated, erase not yet devoid of the primal and savage instincts of love and humanity. fortunately that creature is now extinct.”
“we got, uhh… detroit tonight but we’re doing an [?] tomorrow. it’s pretty cold there this time of year. yeah, we’d love it if you’d tag along, i just talked to everyone. uh.. sp-cevan’s got a couple more seats too. once we get to saturn… we make way more money on planet earth than we do on my home planet. that place sucks, the scene is bogus. course you get to decide the sh-ttier the crowds are. i’ve always heard that but it turned out to be true. i, uhhh… yeah, i dunno, it’s… we learned roman numerals when i was growing up on my home planet, it’s… we didn’t have, uh… we didn’t have arabic numerals, byzantine numerals, certainly didn’t have greek numerals. uhh… you know it’s like a… i took uhh… i took nova scotian numerals as my second math in school. i for- i forgot it all, if you don’t use em you just forget em. y’know? um… but the roman stuff’s where it’s at. and, yeah, people on this planet tell me that they look like letters and, i’ve uh… i dunno i guess i’ve never seen the resemblance really. uumm… yeah. oh, i’ve been counting for a long time.”
“faithful companions [?] the currency, a manifestation of a few rotten souls… financial… news… is live… faithful companions [?] the currency, a manifestation of a few rotten souls, extinguishing flames, financial gains, cultural expression confined by a role. your demise still awaits you. the escape of your soul, the soles of the shoes are all you control. happiness is a warm bone, freedom to a few, thoughtless presumptions of what you’re programmed to use. eyeb-lls that shame, which patterns explain, [?]”
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