But it was quick and it was painless.
This isn't a particularly good song, so I recommend you don't listen if you like music. Which you do. Pay no attention to all my shitty lyrics peppering your music page, now, if you please.
The weekend before last found me hanging out with my special lady friend in the historic district of New Bedford, MA. Now, New Bedford is really a rather depressing place, being one of the eastern cities that has outlived its major industry, but one lovely thing we did get to see was the Seamen's Bethel, the church in which Moby Dick's famous Father Mapple sermon was delivered. Oh, and I promise never to attempt to rap again. (And it's NSFW)
If I can teach myself how to use AutoCad by Wednesday, I will be employed. If not, the search must continue.
So, anyway, this song is based on a quote in this article. Twas made in the past hour and a half, upon the inspiration of cortex's breaking-news-story related songs. And it's short as hell. Which is somewhat oxymoronical, depending on your viewpoint of such things.
Have the robots become sentient? What will all the robots think when they watch us humans go through our daily lives? Will they know I was very drunk, alone in my band's creepy practice space? Will they still like me?