The Lonely Robot EP

All songs written by Stephin Merritt.

The DJ from Outer Space

A DJ from outer space came to make this planet dance. It had neither sex nor race. It looked like six legs in pants. All the records ever made seemed to be playing as one. To this beat, the whole world swayed till the DJ's work is done.

Losing Your Affection (Client on Demand Mix)

You know me, I take nothing seriously. I can see a laughing face in every willow tree. I would rather be king when the rooks take wing than be losing your affection.

The World Is a Disco Ball (Rob Rivers Club Mix)

The world is a disco ball, and we're little mirrors, one and all. Remember when you feel very small, the world is a disco ball. From Havanna to Hong Kong, someone's dancing all night long.

Losing Your Affection (Sunroof Mix)

You know me, I take nothing seriously. I can see a laughing face in every willow tree. But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine in a bloody insurrection. I would rather be king when the rooks take wing than be losing your affection. Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze. Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries. I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair in the opposite direction. I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake than be losing your affection. I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog as they start the vivisection. I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog than be losing your affection.

I'm a Vampire (Extended Mix)

I am the bitch goddess from beyond your grave. Harlot, mistress, queen, bitch.

I never age and I'll never die, unlike all the stars in the sky. I'll be young forever, but why? Cause I'm a vampire. Dear, for whose victims I shed no tear. I am neither sweet nor sincere. And I'd rather drink blood than beer. Cause I'm a vampire. The sun will never touch me. I abhor its filthy light. I am the mistress of the damned and of the children of the night. I have all the love I need: it is your blood I crave. I am the bitch goddess from beyond your grave. I can turn into a bat. I can cast the evil eye. I have ever so much money, I'm gorgeous, and I can fly. I survived the Inquisition, been a harlot, been a queen. Survived for seven hundred years and I still look seventeen. Hon, one from whom you really should run. I despise the light of the sun. And I kill your kind just for fun. Cause I'm a vampire. Damn, I am what? I am what I am, and I am impossibly glam, and I am happy as a clam. Cause I'm a vampire. Blanche, with a blood flow no one can stanch. A blood flow, a blood avalanche. I'm a tidal wave of tarantulas.

Losing Your Affection (Soft Cell 12-Inch Mix)

The Lonely Robot

Having ended all life, absorbed all other robots, ruler of the cosmos, she walks into the sunset. But there is no darkness. Her laser-gaze is itself a weapon. And no sleep defends her from the nightmare of oblivion. So she wakes a new world made entirely out of lightwaves, memories of movies, and chance determinations. Then she watches random characters and situations, endless combinations with very little input. But she sees the ending. Every clock finds its equilibrium. So she introduces the absurdist contradictions. Anything can follow, but the actors can't believe that, so they keep pretending the script is real and means things. So the lonely robot, with no feeling for the actors, just erased the whole thing, which -- true -- had not existed. And a trillion stories all came abruptly to a non-ending, and a trillion people suddenly stopped non-existing. Thus was born a new world from the movies of the old one, and the lonely robot was given non-existence.