Automano

by Automono

/
  • Immediate download of 8-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more), plus unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

     $7 USD  or more

     

1.
2.
05:42
3.
4.
5.
6.
04:06
7.
03:29
8.
06:52

about

Automono is a solo project that came about while tinkering with things. Automano is the name of the album. Some could say these are sketches. Some could say these are songs. Either way it doesn't matter. Some words were just made up on the spot with the record button on. Some took weeks/months to write. Somehow some takes seemed to fit the first time, so they were left unchanged. Some drums were played on a child's drum kit and recorded with one mic. Some weren't. The Instruments used: guitar acoustic/electric, bass, drumset child size/real size, keyboards, voicemails from telemarketing barnacles, and a sheet of metal for one cymbal part on Time to Move.

credits

released 16 August 2013

all written, played, and recorded by m duffy

tags

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist
Track Name: Million Reasons
We know desire | Put it on, just like that red dress now.
We step into the night | we step into it right now. Now. Right now.
Wanna touch your red lips | Wanna put you down on the couch. Now.

So the skirt falls | close it up like the coat | on the floor |
Oh your mouth
Step a little closer | those clothes | just strip them off off.
One more time | I need it one more time | One more time |
Just tonight | It’s alright.

We know desire | Put it on, just like that red dress now.
Track Name: Morsels
We have a rat race we cannot win
Consumed by distractions. Consume everything.
Got a conscience that wants to see. Let’s use a buzz saw to trim the leaves.

We grease the wheels; some how you drive this thing
You give (gave) us morsels; but you keep (kept) all the rings.

We have a rat race we cannot win.
Consumed by distractions. Consume everything.
Track Name: We, the People are the Plankton
Stand by to take a stand; Another secret slips outta hand.
Smoke and mirrors and the circus show.
The way that it is is the way that it goes.

Try to stay young, so you bought a new phone.
Try not to talk, ‘cuz you won’t belong.
Into mirrors, into your eyes staring backwards through the time.

The empty buildings aren’t as tall,
As their shadows fall on the farms
Haystack needles, we are searching for
Backs are broken; the last straw's on the floor.

We, the people are the plankton
We’ll be eaten and spit out again.
A world of ruin and truth decay,
We’ll one day wish it wasn’t this way.
Track Name: Long Sigh Good Bye
When you took it all; you took everything.
You really did it this time.
And now there is nothing.
Except some sting
And that’s the only thing.

If you had a hole in both your pockets then maybe I’d run to you.
Just to get what you’re dropping.
You know, I’d gather it up… just to light it on fire.
Up to the sky. These are the ashes of why.
The ashes of why.

When you took it all; You took everything.
Now I got nothing., except these ashes of why.
Come on. Drop some crumbs. I need to fuel this fire.

If you had a hole in both your pockets then maybe I’d run to you.
Just to get what you’re dropping.
You know I’d pick it up, just to light it on fire.
These are the ashes of why.
Track Name: Telemarksmanship
Samples from telemarketers and bill collectors. Don’t tell them; they’ll probably sue.
Track Name: A Mountain
There may come a time when our tears are crystal.
Shimmering with light, as bright as missiles.
Reflect what might have (or where we’ve) been.
Or of how it used to be... when we were silent.
Every mound amounts to nothing.
When the tide comes in, who rings the siren?

To the creatures in control and the one’s they’ve sold:
Our eyes are wide this time, from the stories that you’ve told.

One day we’ll count the treasures we’ve found.
They just washed ashore, right next to our mound.
(But) every mound, amounts to nothing.
‘Cuz underwater now, we are one.
(But) every mound, amounts to nothing.
‘Cuz underwater now, we are one.
Track Name: Surveillant
Stop watching.
We’re not sleeping
But we’re not interesting.
We’ve got nothing.
Track Name: Time to Move
Pack your parachute. It’s time to move. A second guess with seconds left.
But in the end you have yourself.
Pack your parachute. Got something to prove.
Falling straight from the sky tonight,asking yourself who is right.

We have to change our route. The enemy has rules.
A wolf in velvet clothes, who do you really know?
Pack your parachute; it’s time to move.
A second guess with seconds left.
But in the end you have yourself.