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2037

by Cyborg AD

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1.
Switch on. Just came to, couldnt figure it out. Why was my mind so full of doubt? Killed them all, killed them all, they did. Blueprint in mind to bring the humans back. Droids must die, for this remains a fact. I swear I saw, I swear I saw, the past can change. A glitch to thank, my mind was so far gone. Started a war that went on far too long. I'll save them all, I'll save them all. Put an end to the droids. Can I be human? Am I just machine? Tell me I'm human. Cyborg AD. Look all around, what do I see? A sea of lifeless cyborgs in front of me. Utopia? Utopia? Utopia? Utopia is dystopia.
2.
Orbiting the moon for decades, shadowed from the sun. Imprisoned by the droids, the other cyborgs are gone. Some junk adrift touched me and freed me from this void. Extinct humans, endangered cyborg and overlords, the droids. I'll set this straight. My shell is full of hate. Make a promise to myself. I promise to leave this orbit and build a craft. I promise to escape their backhanded grasp. I promise to bring them back. I'll go back. I'll reverse the hands of time. Defy the laws of physics and take back what's rightfully mine. I'll go back. Tides of time will reverse. I'll go back. Rings of fate will break. I'll go back. The sand will flow up.
3.
Now I must explain how I ended up there. When everything had changed, t'was all uniform and fear. They do not hate humans, they hate all life. When I tried to stop them, I paid the price. I miss the way that humans fell in love, its primitive. Thrown away for chances of prolonged life. Wasted death. Now what drifts in my way? Is it a lone droid? Can I intercept it? Reprogram it? Break its head wide open, fine tune its brain. Now I have a mole, their blood is gonna rain. I miss the way that humans fell in love, its primitive. Thrown away for chances of prolonged life. Wasted death. I yearn for routine, a home, a simple life. Primitive. I miss the way that humans fell in (felt) love. I just learned something new. A weakness that cripples, turns many to a few. I will not stand by and wait. The rest must follow and take the bait. I miss the way that humans fell in love
4.
They don't know I've come for them. They don't know I am alone. They can't know I'm in disguise. They won't know what I'm looking for. Low clearance level gotta get inside. A stealth takedown and take its eye. High clearance level gonna get inside. EMP to core will blast them sky high. Trap is set, gotta go. Before they notice, gotta go. Get far away, gotta go. Detonate. Just go. Escaped the fortress. Escaped the blast. Next step is to escape to the past. Hoping that I'm all alone, For safe passage to get me back home.
5.
Creator, you had to live, you'll always be my Creator, I'll never let you die, because you are my Creator,. You think you're smart? You think you're smart? I let this happen, you are still my prisoner. Pawn in my game, you're being controlled. I know your fate, though it's still untold. You think you're smart? You think you're smart? Creator, can't you see? I create you and you create me. We are the same, you and I. Memory is common, yours and mine. You think you're smart? You think you're smart? You think you're smart? The difference is, I am so much more. Creator, come join me, or else.
6.
Why do I sense something hidden behind me? Why is nothing there? What is it? Can't I see? So, the feeling grows. Multiplied, multiplied. Yet, it doesn't show. Falsified, falsified. It creeps oh so closer, it just grabbed my shoulder, felt a chill crawl down my spine. This can't be over. No, it's not too late. Evacuate, evacuate. Escape this violent fate. Evacuate, evacuate. Where? Is it still there? Pulverise, pulverise. Still, I cant be sure if it's Rectified, rectified. If that signal's real, my fate has been sealed. Is this part of a plan? What is this I feel? Am I not truly free? No, no, this can not be. Just keep going forward, this plan must succeed.
7.
I made it to my vessel of time. Crafted from scratch, the past will be mine. Made from a compound strong enough to withstand black holes. Can accelerate indefinitely, top velocity unknown. The structure is a dense sphere of solid plasma, a delicate balance of mass so light can neither leave nor enter. It will shine like a star, getting brighter by the hour. Once I enter and turn it on, there's no going back. My theory states that if I enter Sagittarius A in precisely twelve hours, the mass of my vessel will pierce the eternal abyss. Create a tear that will collapse time itself and I should come out of a white hole hidden in the milky way roughly 50 years prior. The secrets of space time hidden in the unknown. Surprising it may be, but still reality. Power up, full throttle. Lightning caught in a bottle. Steam ahead, at last. A journey to the past. But still I feel a presence here.
8.
Now it's time to put up, or shut up. Break the fabric of space time. Hand on the dial, wait for a while. Journey unknown. Wait for a while. But it hurts. I venture in, weakness feels sudden Time travel is painful.
9.
The Human 02:20
A pale blue marble in front of me. Beauty to my eyes I see. I once thought it was lost, long gone. Now I know it's where I belong. But first, what I must do. Replace a human that I once knew. Create a paradox. Time is a loop forever trapped in a box. Thinking again, could this be right? Perhaps I am not so bright. Is this how it always was? Never human, just think, because That time when I woke up, Post surgery I felt different, so different. The cyborg, under my skin, A droid all along, no human within. Is it too late to change my mind? To prevent extinction of all mankind. That hiding droid reveals itself. Why does it look just like me? Confused, I attack, I pulverise. Mistake, guard down, failed knowing that, I created me. I took my arm. I always blamed me. I sent the signal. Every time it was I, I, I, I, I Restrained, broken up. My mind fucked up. Failure, mind sleeps. Until next time, history repeats.
10.
The Pulse 03:33
As I dismantle the creator, I must take the brain. My mind so old, I can't think straight. I need to break the mould. I'll take the heart and set him adrift. Back to earth, back to earth. Back to the time and place of my birth. Take the heart, the fountain of youth. Replace the heart, the youth will change. The pulse, the pulse. Now, while I wait 28 years, I'll guide the youth. When the right time comes. The arm, must be protected. But it's so young. The pulse, the pulse. I feel it, I need it. Hold up, whats going on? This seems familiar. I'm not wrong. The youth's heart has gone dark. Or is it me? I'm giving in to fate. It was always far to late.

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10 track cassette will soon be available from
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'Cyborg AD’s “2037” is bad trip Devo locked in an 8-bit nightmare with Black Flag and Zombi, the ebullience of Andrew WK colliding with tense feral beats and hardcore riffs as VHS horror sits vicious alongside hard-charged guitars. Italo Disco synth lines battle chunky Hawkwind-tinged neanderthal electronics. Stomping basslines bring a focus to the progressions, washed out vocal roars and screams backgrounded to a cavernous ranting prophecy of future chaos. Gloomy pulsing intros burst out into sudden gibbering threats like a swarm of malevolent AI drones gone rogue, leaving you with the uneasy sense that you’ve been dragged into a dark RPG in which the Cyborg is the omniscient dungeon master. Sucked into the maelstrom void, you struggle to free yourself from the cybershackles…only to fall once more into a trance of machine worship as you admire the dread circuity. Dare you peer into the dark future of 2037? Fare thee well, unwitting time traveller – space is deep; you may not return intact.'
-Cormac from the human band GELD

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released January 1, 2022

Recorded in the Karate Klub, Dublin between 12/2/21 and 21/2/21 (European format of dates)
All concepts, writing, instrumentation, recording, mixing, mastering, artwork, layout and production by @cyborgcolin
2021-2022 Donor Tapes-002

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