Les Robot

by Les Robot

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The self-titled 2005 debut set by Canadian guitarist and lunatic genius
Les Robot is a raw and gritty sample of Robot’s overwhelming creativity. It is the kind of record that creates cults of fans and that's just what happened when it hit the streets. Robot’s world is populated by images of nylons, pet monkeys, and cocaine cowboys and his songs are organically eccentric and full of an absurdist humor that never feels pretentious or forced. Robot fuses country, classical, electronica, and shred into a unified sound held together by well-above-average songwriting skills and a large portion of rock attitude. As a first album, this makes a strong statement.

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released January 1, 2005

Written Recorded, and Produced by Les Robot
at Death Chicken Studios
Mixed by Les Robot & Norm Hennessy
Mastered by Norm Hennessy
Art Direction by Les Robot
Artwork & Layout by Jay Magus
Photography by Les Robot

Guest Players
Keys Brian Burn
Voice Grant James
Pipes Clifford Melnychuk
Piano Jay Magus

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Les Robot Victoria, British Columbia

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Track Name: Push
All the whores are playin' Lord on a buck 95 K-Mart Ouija Board
You can do it, they can do it
All the whores are playin' Lord on a buck 95 K-Mart Ouija Board
You can do it
Push Push
Man I think this holy waters a little watered down
Sold my soul for a bowl to this hooker I met in cow town
They can do it, cow town
Well your history is bleak but my future looks kind
Throw a dove in the air so baby you know when to cry, cry, cry
Push Push
Track Name: Pet Monkey
SHE ALWAYS OWNED A PET MONKEY
A PET MONKEY
ALWAYS IN IT FOR THE MONEY
FOR THE MONEY
PIMPED IT OUT LIKE A PET-STORE JUNKIE
JUNKIE
MOTHER FUCKER GOTTA GET ME SOME OF THAT
SHE ALWAYS DREAMED OF BACKYARD RAINBOWS
A PET MONKEY
ANGELS BEARING SHATTERED HALOS
FOR THE MONEY
TATTERED DOLPHINS WITH SILENCERS
MOTHER FUCKER GOTTA GET ME SOME OF THAT
Track Name: Betty
When I was a little kid I fell down a well, it was hell
Luckily the clown broke my fall
Funny thing he wasn't laughing at all
I try to make change for a dollar
Old Betty said, that makes no cents
So I puked next to her juke box
Another Christmas come and gone
Oh Betty come on
Big Black Betty in a one horse sweaty come on
Big Black Betty in a one horse sweaty come on
Big Black Betty in a one horse sweaty come on
Come on now Betty - Hit it
Won't catch me staring thru that window
Cause if I do it's all dead swallows, calling out my name
The ballads were all played on a banjo
The devil wore a wedding gown
The priest stared at my speedo as the gazebo burnt to the ground

When I was a little l kid I fell down a well
Let me tell you, it was hell
Luckily the clown broke my fall
Funny thing he wasn't laughing at all
Big Black Betty in a one horse sweaty come on
Big Black Betty in a one horse sweaty come on
Big Black Betty in a one horse sweaty come on
Come on now Betty - Hit it
Won't catch me staring thru that window pane
Cause if I do it's all dead swallows, calling out my name
Calling out my name
Track Name: Cocaine Cowboys
Crack Jeanie Soda-Pop Can
She took a shower with that dirty old man
Moptop Lollypop Lipstick for Lemonade
So pucker up Baby
Give old willy a home

My life is like a float
in your cold parade
Scattered is my soul
Pull my pin from your grenade
It ain't hard not to fake it
Inside Baby there ain't no doubt
When your Cocaine Cowboys are freakin' out
She way beyond my new revolution

Tattooed solution in her unmarked grave
Moptop Lollypop Lipstick for Lemonade

So pucker up Baby
Give old willy a home
My life is like a float
in your cold parade
Scattered is my soul
Pull my pin from your grenade
It ain't hard not to fake it
Inside Baby there ain't no doubt
When your Cocaine Cowboys are freakin' out
Track Name: The Death Chicken Intro in Eb (Instrumental)
TITILLATE YOUR SILICONE
ICE CREAM MELTS ON THIS TELEPHONE
ALWAYS THERE, SO MUCH TO SAY
TELL ME THOSE LIES
WHEN YOU'RE SO FAR AWAY
WHEN YOU HAVE SATELLITE YOU CAN'T HAVE
PICTURE IN PICTURE ON YOUR TV
x4
SKIN A BLACK CAT
SKIN A CAT
Track Name: Diesel
THE SUN BURNS LIKE A DIESEL
ROTTEN FROM THE INSIDE OUT
THIS CITY'S BEEN FORGOTTEN
LIKE A CIGARETTE
THAT BURNED ITSELF OUT
KALEIDOSCOPE WHISKEY
DIZZY FROM THE TWIST AND SHOUT
THE MONEY'S BEEN FORGOTTEN
AND THIS BUZZ IS COMING DOWN

SHRED METAL SOLO

THE SUN BURNS LIKE A DIESEL
ROTTEN FROM THE INSIDE OUT
THIS CITY'S BEEN FORGOTTEN
LIKE A CIGARETTE
THAT BURNED ITSELF OUT

GUITAR OUTRO
Track Name: Well Gone Dry
Well sometimes it rains in Hollywood
and sometimes it pours in my mind
Huh?
And other days it feels so simple
one, two, three of a kind
Lick my monkey like American pie
Woulda drown in hell but the Well Gone Dry

Takin’ my old lady to the boom boom shack
where the hip hop people gonna give my old lady a heart attack
Well yeah they gonna do it
Takin’ my old lady to bim bo shack where the hip po slack
Everybody likin’ my funkiness
Yeah they gonna do it
Lick my money like American Pie
Woulda drown in hell but the Well Gone Dry
Takin’ my old lady to the boom boom shack
where the hip hop people gonna give my old lady a heart attack
Well yeah they gonna do it
Takin’ my old lady to bim bo shack where the hip po slack
Everybody likin’ my funkiness
Yeah they gonna do it
Lick my money like American Pie
Woulda drown in hell but the Well Gone Dry

Yeah she move me
She’s my Shangrila
Well I don’t have much to say
All those freaky kids in my way
Baby it’s fine by me when the Well Gone Dry