The Electric Arc

by Les Robot

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This 2nd album by Canadian guitar virtuoso/composer/wildman Les Robot, titled 'The Electric Arc' displays Robot’s total command of the rock guitar genre and his willingness to meld it with country, blues, disco, and a Zappa-like sense of absurd humor. His music is unlike any other guitarist working today and succeeds at creating oddball pairings like shred guitar and banjo in the same bar, something that would turn to lead in the grasp of lesser hands and ears. Tracks like 'Robot Underground,' 'Shoes' and 'Implosion' explode with Robot’s easy genius. His technical skills are stellar but it is the songwriting, compositional muscle, and extraordinary individuality that conspire to make Les Robot a highly compelling guitarist, on this planet or any other.

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released January 1, 2008

Written / Produced / Recorded & Engineered by Les Robot

Recorded at Death Chicken Studios
Mixed by Les Robot & Cam MacLeod
Additional Mixing at Titan Sound Studios
Drums recorded at Powersound Studios by Phil Anderson
(except for Track 9, recorded at 'The Shack')
Mastered by Paul Schmitz at Prime Time Master
Graphic Design by Gary James Joynes
Photos by Bradford Pettigrew - The Hungry Eye
Lyric Page Stage Photo by Tamara Majiwska

All songs written by Les Robot
℗ & © Les Robot 2008 / All Songs SOCAN

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Track Name: Wide Intervals in E Minor (Instrumental Intro)
Instrumental
Track Name: Robot Underground
Well everybody got to see her
Everybody got to the gig
Hollow eyes, liquefied into a Little Pink Pig
Well everybody got to see it
Well Annie got her Mona Lisa
It looked cock-eyed wouldn't let 'er paint dry
for that Little Pink Pig

Hey well are yah ready? Yeah
For my new sound?
Who's sitting pretty?
With that ugly glow her mojo always got to
Dig that Robot Underground Yeah
Baby dig that Robot Underground Yeah
That baby ain't mine Yeah baby ain't mine
Baby ain't mine Baby ain't mine

Well angry grew her blisters
The scissors got caught in her wig
We all know she lied testifying about a Little Pink Pig
Well everybody got to see her
Everybody got to the gig
Hollow eyes liquefied into a Little Pink Pig

Hey are you ready? Yeah
For my new sound?
Who's sitting pretty?
With that ugly glow her mojo always got to
Dig that Robot Underground Yeah
Baby dig that Robot Underground Yeah\
That baby ain't mine Yeah baby ain't mine
Baby ain't mine Baby ain't mine

Hey Baby you a singer? Or you just a vacuum cleaner?
Ahhhh there's your middle finger...
If it ain't the end of the world then something ain't right
Solo

Baby ain't mine Yeah Baby ain't min Yeah
Hey are you ready? Yeah
For my new sound?
Who's sitting pretty?
With that ugly glow her mojo always got to
Dig that Robot Underground Yeah
Dig that Robot Underground Yeah
Dig that Robot Yeah
Baby ain't mine Yeah Baby ain't mine
Track Name: Shoes
Try as I do but the shoe don't seem to fit me right
Try as I do but the shoe don't seem to fit me right
Well it's way too tight, kept me up all night
Try Try Try
Try as I do but the shoe don't seem to fit me

Well call up the doc cause when you walk baby that ship don't sail right
Your boots may be on fire but your soul's a little burnt out
Waterlogged and tired
It's the Cinderella Cruise but your pumpkins got the blues tonight
Well it's way too tight, kept me up all night
Try Try Try
Try as I do but the shoe don't seem to fit me right

Kick it up
Let me be your shire
You can be my Canadian Tire
Solo

Try as I do but the shoe and your boots don't seem to fit me right
No they don't baby Try as I do but this shoe
Pumpkins and boots Don't seem to fit me right
Track Name: The Tree Museum (Instrumental)
Instrumental
Track Name: Chrome - Download this track for FREE
Like a tide retreating their tears broke the dam
The sky looked angry as it blinded them
Poised to be haunted all I wanted were a few
broken mirrors and a few years to fix You
Fa la la la Fa la la la Fa la la la la

Like the rust stained bumpers takin' offers at my knee
Like the dead cast shadows over my friend Willy
Well baby don't be taunted by the shine off that moon
I bet my monkey will never forget You
CHROME Yeah it's shiny and cheap
Groovin' on that grapevine like your honey grows off my batteries
CHROME Ya Ya Yeah CHROME Ya Ya Yeah
Well baby save some Chrome for me

Like a tide retreating their tears broke the dam
The sky looked angry as it blinded them
Poised to be haunted all I wanted were a few
broken mirrors and a few years to fix You
Fa la la la Fa la la la la

Solo

CHROME Yeah baby it's shiny and cheap
Well groovin' on that grapevine
like your honey glows off my batteries
CHROME
CHROME Ya Ya Yeah
CHROME Ya Ya Yeah
Track Name: Hell Hound
Well if time were a train everybody want to get it back to a time when you could of been that, rusted blue Cadillac
Hell Hound's on your trail baby
Everybody knows that track only goes to the next depot
Like pinchin' needles from the haystack
Hell Hound's on your trail baby
Everybody's got to leave their war machine behind
Baby she don't need to live maybe she don't need to live or die
Gotta grease them wheels and let that train slip by
Why's your skin so pale?
Maybe that Hell Hound's on your trail
Slip

Well your sky is a drug my life's just a rehab Gee he had it all but then I guess your monkey don't fall far from the tree
Hey Everybody Look They got an elevator for me Looks real fancy Goes down as far as the eye can see
Everybody gotta leave their war machine behind
Baby she don't need to live maybe she don't need to live or die
Just gotta grease them wheels and watch that train slip by
Why's your skin so pale Willy?
Slip

Your dog
Your dog house
is next to the train tracks

Solo

Everybody's got to leave their war machine behind
Baby she don't need to live maybe she don't need to live or die
Just gotta grease them wheels and let that old train slip by
Why's your skin so pale baby?
Maybe that Hell Hound's on your trail baby
That Hell Hound's on your trail baby
Hell Hound's on your trail?
Track Name: Gong Show
Change the freakin' channel before Daddy snaps
Momma ain't happy til the neighbours hear her whip crack
A fly on the wall on the fly will peer through the corner of its lazy eye
Blue blue blue blue blue

Well the band don't play if the club ain't payin'
The band don't play baby you know what I'm sayin'
Nobody knows nobody Somebody call somebody
I gotta find somebody that won't freak me out in this Gong Show Town
That's right Jimmy Let her buck

Change the freakin' menu before I gotta change my pants
Bible belts and bloody belt buckles for this red neck barn dance
Two ply on the wall when the whiskey ain't right
Pick a cherry from the tree and it ain't ripe
Blah blah blah blah blah

Well the band don't play if that hen ain't layin'
Well the band don't play Baby what square you playin'?
Nobody knows nobody Somebody call somebody
I gotta find somebody that won't freak me out
in your Gong Show Town ew who ew who
who ew who who who who ew who who
Snaid in a cough
Track Name: Frankie
Frankie Frankie
Have you faked your death lately? I'm Frankie
Well dance me a jig when your dance floor is high
Roll me up a guinea pig for that spirit in your sky before I'm burned
by this afternoon sun
I may make my middle finger but Hey I'm glad you all did come

Well I could change your life but you'll always be the same
Well I could be the skirt throwing the dirt on your grave
Well your blood may be gone but I'm still crawlin' through your veins
It'll be the last time the sun will shine onto your face
Hey I'm glad you all did come
Tweedle de do Tweedle de dumb
Baby there's a Vampire in Edmonton
Tweedle de do Tweedle de dumb
Baby it could be only one
There's a Vampire in Edmonton

Frankie Frankie Have you been born again lately?
Come on Baby I'm Frankie
Dance me a jiggy jig when your dance floor is high
Roll me up a guinea pig for that spirit in your sky before I'm burned
by this afternoon sun I may make my middle finger but
Hey I'm glad you all did come

Well I could change your life but you'll always be this lame
Well I could tear out your heart but you'll always be my slave
Well I may hear your cries and the blood clots in my eyes
Sometimes the monkey shines all over this place
and the rope slips away but
Hey I'm glad you all did come

Tweedle de do Tweedle de dumb
Baby there's a Vampire in Edmonton
Tweedle de do Tweedle de dumb
It could be anyone
There's a Vampire in Edmonton

Solo
Track Name: Implosion (Instrumental)
Instrumental
Track Name: The Electric Arc
There's some dudes who hate to love my disco
Their old ladies hip hop'in like a bag of jello
Hit your table bump the puddle from my cup
But without the dead air hey they just won't shut up

Cindy's bell's goin' ding ding ding
Yeah she's into that Quasimodo thing
Her hippy's blind but he's seen the light
He said Baby you haven't lived till you've died trying

Whatcha do ~ When your life is just my coaster ~ 'in right now
Randy make me poster
Baby why you so dark
ELECTRIC ARC MY ELECTRIC ARC

Well there's some dudes who hate to love my disco
Their old ladies hip hop'in like a bag of jello
Hit your table bump the puddle from my cup
But without my dead air hey they just won't shut up

Whatcha do ~ Your just a gun range poster ~ 'in right now
I yank my pistol from its holster
Holster Holster Holster
I won't be denied My Frankenstein
MY ELECTRIC ARC MY ELECTRIC ARC

Me your God You just my Lightening Rod

Well it's a fact baby Frankie's been in town
show'in up to shut down my ELECTRIC ARC
Your candy's rottin' and I (inaudible) but I hip hop hip hop till ya'
ELECTRIC ARC
Wave a flag like it's made out of a body bag
MY ELECTRIC ARC ELECTRIC ARC ELECTRIC ARC
Track Name: Worm Hole (Instrumental)
Instrumental