This week I was enjoying putting words which rhymed together on a lunchtime in the office and I realised this was it - the 13th song of the album!
On second viewing, I was unsure if it should make the album. This was not the usual Greville and the Tombstones brand of alt-goth country romance to which fans are accustomed.
To be fair, looking at it a third time and if you considered some of it was marginally euphamistic, then it is potentially a song about an Ess-Eee-Ex toy not wanting to be an Ess-Eee-Ex anymore. Or Metal Mickey not wanting to be thought of a peice of meat anymore by his girl.
Pretty much not Greville and the Tombstones at all. In fact it could be seen as sleazy.
Now I don't know much about why I wrote it, but I do know I am changing my lunch treat back from a Cadbury's Twirl.
So, here it is - and it needs no introduction.
I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More
You expect you can flick a switch to turn me on
I’ll run my coding, check my morals are gone
I’m your robot
As soon as I walk in through the bedroom door
Emotions of the heart dropped beside clothes on the floor
But I have some news for you
My programme breaks in two
And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More
I need the pain
The feel of guilt
I want to know I can be hurt
I can’t be your love robot
I will calculate your desires, cold touch your needs
As I connect to WI-FI, read updates to RSS feeds
Of sweet nothings
I want to believe we have a pulsating bedroom rapport
That it’s not coolant oil in pistons and circuits which pour
But my techniques are from
A Karma-Sutra CD-ROM
And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More
I need the pain
The feel of guilt
I want to know I can be hurt
I can’t be your love robot
I am incapable of not doing what you want me to
You’ve installed sub-systems to keep me true
Run command
I remember the sighs, saved them to my memory core
Love’s sweet symphony vibrato, just a statistical score
I compute a million algorithms all for your pleasure
So whose buttons are getting pressed?
When I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More
I need the pain
The feel of guilt
I want to know I can be hurt
I can’t be your love robot
You turn one point four-four floppies into gigabyte hard drives
You know only for you are my magnetic tape eyes
It’s so true
Binary weeps zero add one, I sure can’t go on anymore
I need to defrag my operating system, re-set me I implore
Not just you having a good time
When you tap key Function 9
And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More
I need the pain
The feel of guilt
I want to know I can be hurt
I can’t be your love robot
You said it couldn’t be, well it can, your Robot has become man
So whose buttons are getting pressed?
When I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More
I can stand up on my own two feet
Now you can’t control-alt-delete
And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More
And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More
And with that, the album is done.
#thereisnoalbum
