An Introduction to
by Thoughts Detecting Machines
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Pouring Sun
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Level Me Out
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Knot
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This is the Pulse
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The Rug
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about
Play a music video game at: thoughtsdetectingmachines.com/machines
Watch videos at: vimeo.com/rnv123/pouring and vimeo.com/rnv123/tdmknot
Watch videos at: vimeo.com/rnv123/pouring and vimeo.com/rnv123/tdmknot
credits
released 29 May 2012
Channeled by Rick Valentin at Studio Tedium, Bloomington, Illinois.
All noises by Rick except track 5, bass and numbers by Rose Marshack.
Mastered by Carl Saff.
Copyright 2012 Random Hut Music (BMI)
Channeled by Rick Valentin at Studio Tedium, Bloomington, Illinois.
All noises by Rick except track 5, bass and numbers by Rose Marshack.
Mastered by Carl Saff.
Copyright 2012 Random Hut Music (BMI)
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Rick Valentin spent a good part of the '80s, '90s and '00s touring and recording with the indie guitar group Poster Children. He also spent the '90s playing synthesizers with the instrumental electronic combo Salaryman. Thoughts Detecting Machines is Rick building up songs from looped guitars, vocals and electronics. ... more
discography
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Jun 2013 -
May 2012 -
Jun 2013
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- Track Name: Pouring Sun
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Summer hangs heavy from the trees
Everything is green
Lust erupts and spreads like a disease
Burning through the leaves
It's pouring sun
All the rain is gone
I remember when I couldn't wait for another day like this
Couples walking down the street believe
That they're in love
Blinded by the chemicals released
Just wait till they wear off
It's pouring sun
Ever since you've been gone
It's pouring sun and I don't have anyone I can share it with
The world is starting to turn
And I'm starting to burn
It's pouring sun and I don't think I can take another day like this - Track Name: Level Me Out
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I know I'm safe but I feel trapped
I've got it all but there's a catch
I can't get up I can't relax
I wanted sunshine I got rain
All of my blue skies turned to gray
There is no pill for how I feel
White knuckles hands upon the wheel
You are the only thing that's real
Level me out
For every savior in the sky
There is a burning lake of fire
For every lightning bolt of bliss
There is a thunderhead of piss
For every pleasure there's a risk
For every mountain there's a ditch
For every high five there's a fist
Level me out - Track Name: Knot
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If I tried, I bet I
Could tie a knot in anything
Make the simple complicated
Turn a bond into a broken chain
Expert and well-rehearsed
In the fine art of deflection
Conversations filled with blanks
Thoughtless until it was much too late
We go too far
And we can't find a way back
And there's a pause
And then there is the shift
Souvenirs of all the years
Packed into a couple boxes
Left for free, kicked to the curb
Picked over and passed by passersby
The walls are bare
And the stairs are filled with echoes
The bed is made
And the house is a museum - Track Name: This is the Pulse
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Dominique is shopping for a gun
And a matching pair of pants
Todd patrols the south perimeter
Locking down the backyard fence
The kids are in the treehouse looking out
For aliens and terrorists
The neighbor wasn't joking when he said
There's more than one way to skin a cat
This is the pulse
The shelves are bare and the lines stretch down the block
And the sirens never stop
The net is dead and we're all left in the dark
As the rolling blackouts start
Free market radicals blow up the banks
And we lose the family keep
Boil the water and stoke the fire
Making tea we cannot drink
This is the pulse
We hunt in packs and we educate our own
In the art of self defense
Digging up the dirt attack the facts
Scorch the earth rewrite the past
Survival of the fittest in the streets
But never in the schools
We have not evolved, we are animals
This is the pulse - Track Name: Machines (Take Good Care of the)
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The doctor says "it's got to go"
The body's weak but you can keep your soul
I don't know
The heart begins to atrophy
And when it's gone will what's left still be me?
Or us? Or them? My friends?
Take good care of the machines
And the machines will take good care of you
On the street I can pass
But underneath I am sand and glass
Built to last
They were always there for me
And now I am always there for them
My only friends
Take good care of the machines
And the machines will take care of you
Memories are all I am
And now they're in someone else's hands
They won't let me forget
The heat begins to slip away
Frozen in these never ending days
I sit and wait to break
Take good care of the machines
Or the machines will take care of you
From I to us from rust to dust
Atoms in the body of our host
The parts that make the whole
We are thrown back to the sea
An ocean filled with orphan processes
We are one and we is gone - Track Name: The Rug
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Sweep me underneath the rug pretend I'm dead, pretend I don't exist
Never should have gotten out of bed I knew it was, it was a mistake
Watch the seasons pass by at sixty five
On the morning drive
Worry down the edge force fed
The rounded peg has finally set
Where you live is who you are
What you watch is who you are
What you buy is who you are
It’s who you are, it’s who you are
The man who thinks he's my boss tells me I'm late
But I'm not even here
He keeps talking but I haven't heard a word
He's said for a year
What you drive is who you are
Where you park is who you are
What you make is who you are
It’s who you are, it’s who you are
I microwave my three squares a day
But still I run out of time
Unwind online non-stop window-shopping
For a life outside
There's no need to reflect hold up the mirror
And check for a breath
Take two capsules prescribed at night
And call if symptoms persist
Where you go is who you are
Where you went is who you are
Who you know is who you are
It’s who you are, it’s who you are
