I´m a robot which isn´t worth it any more
I
don´t know neither what I´m doing nor what I´m saying
operating
system two dot fig
I´m
moving around here
I´m
moving around there
but
I´m scared, they want to take me to pieces
my
memory fails, my hard drive fails
my
camera is broken, I see everything dark
Dude,
I get mad when I get a screw dropped
and
I´m becoming rusted because I´m metallic
and
little by little I notice I´m loosing my brightness
Old
man, like humans, I´m already loosing my reflexes
and
bad news, my garantee is over
because
I was made in Almendralejo
what
the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,
I´ll
turn into scrap,
what
the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,
I´ll
turn into scrap,
Prrrrii...
prrrriii... pi, Roger... Roger
Prrrrii...
prrrriii... pi, Roger... Roger
Prrrrii...
prrrriii... pi, Roger... Roger
Prrrrii...
prrrriii... pi, Roger... Roger...
I
was almost hired in Star wars
What
a terrific robot! , what a pretty thing!
but
I was programmed with a big task,
to
guess why flies rubb their little legs
it´s
taken me many years of investigation
watching
how they fly over a turd
I´m
so fed up...so fed up
I
didn´t know how hard the robot life was
Dude,
I get mad when I get a screw dropped
and
I´m becoming rusted because I´m metallic
and
little by little I notice I´m loosing my brightness
Old
man, like humans, I´m already loosing my reflexes
and
bad news, my garantee is over
because
I was made in Almendralejo
what
the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,
I´ll
turn into scrap,
what
the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,
I´ll
turn into scrap,
what
the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,
I´ll
turn into scrap,
what
the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,
I´ll
turn into scrap,
what
the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,
I´ll
turn into scrap,
The
Flip
flops,
possessed by The Red Hot Chili Peppers spirit, re-enact the raising
of consciouness of the machines in a way that we hadn´t seen since
Blade Runner and his tears in the rain
And
it´s also remarkable the excessive nihilism of the expression "
what the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do, I´ll turn into
scrap",
completely human. The robot almost seems to start singing by Camarón
that song of" He also condemns us to death when God gives us the
life"
And
that´s the way we both, robots and obsolescent humans,are living. On
the one hand, we complain about the dissatisfaction of the researches
and the turds, and on the other one, we are afraid of being taken
apart at a junkjard.