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Gentleman Robot EP

by tkalec

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Madness 04:19
They say, the man who mocked the gods Became the heavenly jester, And walked among celestial shores With a mien of grief and lust. Yet every day at eventide He was summoned to the vesper With his thoughtful frown to raise their hearts And notions to make them laugh. It was nectar, ambrosia, golden calf, Red light, blue velvet, soft muzak; When he heard a voice apart, Sounding through the stifling sough: ‘Of all the things to mock - he chose the gods.’ They say that day the thorn was struck And inward turned his ire, The quiet venom nestled deep And nurtured his desire. O mockingbird, thy blazing plumes Will soon crumble to ashes, O mockingbird, thy fiery fumes Will only render you with sadness. Of all the things to bear - yours will be madness! But the ethereal machinery In this pond’rous, profound scenery Revelled at whim’s dim revery - Just juggernauts at play. Plutonian flair, Plutosian things, Ashen bonds and diamond rings, Olympus’ air won’t bear his wings. Tomorrow eats today. Leaping from the vault’s abyss In a vast redeeming blaze He takes the step beyond the cliff And into Earth’s embrace.
A gentleman robot and a lady of glass Were strolling through the streets of a vernal day, The sun was blue and the sky was out, Some puppet strings hung sparkling from their brains. In heaven sits a father with a master’s degree, A softly glowing halo round his edge He holds a voice of thunder and he holds the master key, But right now he’s playing with marionettes. And he lets go of a handle and the robot drops his bag, He turns a hidden knob, the lady smiles, And with cautious apprehension and a sudden burst of tension- Lo! He twists his wrinkled hands, a stroke, he dies. A gentleman robot turns to his lady of glass, A subtle scent of flowers in the breeze, A spark in his eye and with relief he says: ‘I dropped the bag of things I didn’t need.’ And the cars were honking harmonies, the wind whistled astray, The sun rolled in the skies and roared with laughter. He took her icy hand, and wiped the tears off her face. They lived/died happily ever after.
Time Bank 03:08
Hypersleep 05:02
There’s a lady in the East who rides with dawn And with rosy-fingered ease she sets the sky ablaze. Once a temple to the eye, now she flies alone, But I wonder, is she really just a flare in space? Distant bells of different days reverberate For what is truth when she’s away? And when turbid drops of acid rain fall upon a withering soil, Fostering a sterile grain of slavery and toil, When dark winds seam the misty streets of agony and pain, Is she not crying – or is it simply rain? Distant bells of different days toll beneath her sight Trying to | chase the broken fragments of a story. Keepers guard at open gates, labyrinth’s ignite As she shines eternal light on toneless glory. Distant bells, you toll within. Nothing drowns the beat of the machine. Running round in spirals of opportunity Singing with the Sirens’ vapid harmony Fear and guilt still dripping from the fingertips Worshipping the moon’s light and the sun’s eclipse. But the sun don’t care, all the inert stars just shine And the universe shrugs its shoulders and goes by. Hear the bell tolls on, the dirge’s distant chime The hourglass is running thin with crimson sands of time. Another day is dawning under a newborn sun, Another star is yawning, another turn is done. Another world is dying and others are to come Under a fat and brazen sun. I wonder how much more’s to come Under the fat and brazen sun.
Spaceship 04:21
The other day I looked inside a soul It lay spread out on the tarmac, pale and dirt. On one of its antennas stood ‘control’, The other was inscribed with ‘harder work’. And I understood it lived up to that dream And one day it’ll all be good and wealthy, But I don’t know, still somehow it did seem That all this fiddling with the brain is quite unhealthy... Then I went down to a shop on chaos square Following a trail of slime and folly, And I found a rather sluggish person there With his personality inside his trolley. And the counter woman said ‘What will it be? We’ve got all common costumes on display! It’s 20 percent off individuality And you look like you could need another way.’ I said ‘I think I need a spaceship, I need to go far away, I don’t think I’m needed here no more. I think I need a spaceship, And I’m already late And when I’m gone, make sure you close the door.’ Now I know, there are millions of opinions And I can’t really tell their scopes and ranges. But what applies for masters and for minions They all give their vote and nothing changes. So everyone assembled and in line, Everything in place and all with purpose, For all is good and everything is fine As everyone attends the mundane circus. Then I fell into a trans-dimensional hole And popped out before a vibrant mixture: Plasma wobbled, honeyed voices trolled, When I heard somebody yell: ‘Get out the picture!’ I turned round and saw a languid face, Quadruple eyes met in a stern collision. I said ‘Look man, I just got wormhole-popped away –‘ But he said ‘I don’t care, I’m watching television.’ I think I need a spaceship, I need to go far away, I don’t think I’m needed here no more. I think I need a spaceship, Think I overstayed, And when I’m gone, make sure you close the door.


The unpronounceable master of the post-modern Renaissance lute tkalec returns after his full-on debut album Stowaway with another five pieces settled somewhere between folk-rock frenzy and pop poetry.
Energy-laden and resonating with a critical undertone, the Gentleman Robot EP even more than its predecessor addresses issues and discomfitures of the modern world in tkalec’ typical and unparalleled style that always staggers between socio-political satire and fable, and whilst his songs draw especially the live audience in with their trippy and adventurous nature, we hope this 20-minute ride with the magical catalogue number 007 will also delight you through speakers.

More tkalec:

Rockblog Bluesspot: rockblogbluesspot.com/2014/08/19/georg-tkalec-gentleman-robot/


released July 4, 2014

Written & composed, performed & produced by Georg Tkalec. Artwork too.


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