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Life Is An Intermittant Fault Lyrics by Chris Conway and Robert Wynne Music by Chris Conway © 1998 I woke one night thinking that I suffered from a cough But soon after, found that I had once more switched myself off I don't know why it happens, It's not the life i'd choose I've tried to play a different way, but just found different ways to lose Some lead lives of wonder, lives of joy and songWhat will become of me? - as if anybody cared It's not a lot to ask to be ocassionally repaired They tell me that I am the latest model on the charts But that's no consolation when you're made out of spare parts (chorus) Bridge:Robots are for serving men, and not for contemplations We're not expected to grow wise or build human relations But a living mind exists inside this metal mastedon Dreaming dreams where off is off, and on definately on! (chorus)
I wrote this song in a chatroom with British musician Chris Conway back on the original TalkCity incarnation of #filkhaven. I think it wasn't until the very last verse that we were really sure what we were writing the song about, but I love the idea of a neurotic robot who just desperately wants his circuits to work properly. Back when we wrote this, I'd suggested Chris write music for it, since he's a far, far better tunesmith than me, and some years later he did. Check out Chris's webpage, btw, and buy his albums. He's truly talented, and a nice guy to boot.
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