Construction Paper Robot Assembly Line

by The Crazy Boy Floyds

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"The first construction paper robots created by The Crazy Boy Floyds (designed in the German tradition - to go out of control) attempted to take over the world in the year 1992. They failed, of course, but they inspired The Crazy Boy Floyds musical fascination with robots that continues to this very day - on this very album."

Senator Janine Pelpato (D)
Student Senate
Julia Massey Elementary School, Baltimore MD
Age 9

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released December 20, 2015

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The Crazy Boy Floyds Seattle, Washington

Scientists currently believe that The Crazy Boy Floyds are at least partially comprised of Michael Harris, Christopher Harris, Geoff Gibbs, dark matter, neutrinos, quarks, Robot Juice, and some sort of bioflavonoid (potentially rose hips).

Generally, they are considered to create 8bit inspired music.

Side effects may include:
- Sidewalk butter
- Spastic Dancing
- Repeal of the Laws of Nature
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Track Name: Large Titanium Viceroy
LARGE TITANIUM VICEROY

Taller than practical
Stronger than safe
Never bested
Never tested
On whom all our hope is invested

Stronger than any force
Or say the scientists say
It will save the day
In an unknown way
At least that’s what we quietly pray

Meanwhile it just lies around
Covered in vines
Theoretically still
Online

Taller than practical
With bombs too big to deploy
With one fall he’d crush us all
Controlled by an unskilled boy

He’s the planet’s best defense for whatever we’re against
We will save the day in an unknown way
Never bested never tested
Large Titanium Viceroy
Track Name: A Robot's Just a Tool
A ROBOT’S JUST A TOOL

A robot may be strong
But a robot’s just a tool
Like a wrench, it does a job
‘Though we don’t buy that as a rule

The robots in our dreams
Have coil arms stretched from claws to chrome
From the factory they march right
To the workplace to the home

Since the first monotone was spoken
The malfunction mold’s been broken

As we lurch toward a dream
With a nightmare color scheme

A tool chest full of wrenches
Humanity it clenches

As cautioned without fail
In ever cautionary tale

You mustn’t trust the rust inside the man-made heart.

A robot may be strong
But a robot’s just a tool
When it’s put together wrong

The spine provides a balance
To the chassis and the frame
And it serves as a connector
To the outlets in the brain

The spring that’s like a heart
Must be wound tightly to impart
Motion where connected
To the moving parts directed

By the robot’s inner needs
And robot’s inner dreams

That run along the spine
From the outlets in the mind

To the man-made heart

And when you see what I’ve done
You’ll agree
And when you see what I’ve built
You’ll thank me
And when you see what it does
You might scream
It’s necessary because
It’s always been man’s dream

The spring that’s like a heart
Must be wound tightly to impart
Motion where connected
To the moving parts directed

That run along the spine
From the outlets in the mind

To the man-made heart

And when you see what I’ve done
You’ll agree
And when you see what I’ve built
You’ll thank me

When you see what it does
You might scream
It’s necessary because

It’s always been my
And the rest of mankind’s dream.
Track Name: What About The Robots?
WHAT ABOUT THE ROBOTS?

Butcher paper
Smeared with poster paint
Wooden handles
Bound to the back by tape

Angry mottoes
Clutched by an angry mob
By the handles
Thrust to the sky above

They’re drowning out the governor’s inaugural address
With their well-rehearsed chanting on the capitol steps

What about what about what about the robots?
What about what about what about the robots?

R O B O T spells robot
What about what about what about the robots?

News reporters
Swarm to the shouts of rage
What’s the story?
Spill while the crowd’s engaged

Their leader’s just about to speak a twelve year old page
Points and all look as a van pulls up to the stage

From its sliding side door climb
New conflicting protest signs

We’re in favor of ice cream

First demonstrators turn their megaphones to nine

What about what about what about the robots?
We’re in favor of ice cream

Who will win this fight for love?
Riot troops pounce from above
Violence bleeds from billy clubs

Shut up sit down we’re sick of your opinions pal
We’re in favor of ice cream

What about what about what about…?

High above a zeppelin glides
A pair of newlyweds inside
She gestures with her bride bouquet
Everyone looks up and waves

What about what about what about the robots?
We’re in favor of ice cream
Shut up sit down we’re sick of your opinions pal
Get off my steps my beautiful steps, get off my steps my beautiful steps

Demonstrator shoves a watcher trips a news reporter kicks a trooper clubs a demonstrator
Governor is bitten by his page
Track Name: I've Got The Urge
I’VE GOT THE URGE

I’ve got the urge
To go into the tool shed
Build the biggest dancing robot
That the neighborhood has seen

Middle of the culdesac
Watch that mother sway
To the thump of his heartbeat
Pumping through him gasoline

Cranking the wrench
Slamming the hammer
Giant dancing robot gonna put on a show

One thousand tons
Bucket of glue
Strength of a beast
And a staple or two

And a great big smile

The neighborhood will be jealous
Jealous of my robot
Its monotonous two-step
Shakes the rooftops off and on

Middle of the powerlines
Watch that mother spark
The neighborhood is toppled
But my robot dances on

Cranking the wrench
Slamming the hammer
Giant dancing robot gonna put on a show
Covered with spikes
Friend to all children
Wind him up and watch him go

Head spinning round
Shooting his fingers off
He was built to go out of control
Can’t shut him down
Nothing can turn him off
Fueled by the funk in his silicon soul

Fire department
Called to the rescue
But there’s no way to shut the thing down
Dancing grows faster
Music grows louder
Oil starts shooting out of his mouth

And I’m

Cranking the wrench
Slamming the hammer
Giant dancing robot gonna put on a show
Covered with spikes
Friend to all children
Wind him up and watch him go