The Electric Arc

by Les Robot

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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 hoe 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
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03:15
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
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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
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04:38
Well if time were a train everybody want to get it back to a time when you could of in that rusty blue Cadillac Hell Hound's on your trail baby Well everybody knows that the track only goes to the next depot Like pinchin' needles from the haystack Hell Hound's on your trail baby Well 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 Well 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 Well 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?
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04:29
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
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05:54
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
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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
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This second album by Canadian guitar virtuoso/composer/wildman Les Robot, The Electric Arc, displays his total command of the rock guitar genre and his willingness to mix it with country, disco, blues, and a Zappa-like sense of humor. Tracks like "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 compelling guitarist on this planet or any other.

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released January 1, 2008

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 Pettigew - 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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Les Robot Victoria, British Columbia

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Les Robot is an experimental rock guitarist from Canada's beautiful west coast. He specializes in a blend of Instrumental Rock he calls 'Weirdo Cinema Shred'
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