Broken Transistors​/​Faulty Receivers

by Stephen James Buckley

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Written and recorded in January/February 2013 in Stephen's bedroom.

The album tells the story of lunatic scientist who builds himself a woman from broken parts and discarded debris, to be his wife and love him forever.

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released March 8, 2013

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Stephen James Buckley UK

Stephen writes and records songs in his room. He plays all the instruments.

Stephen releases his music for free on the internet, and occasionally plays live. He has a voice like 7 years bad luck.

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Track Name: Anything's Better Than Being Alone
He cut off his phone, pretended to sleep
Limbs became useless, tired and weak
Living in terror of an empty bed
Spinning and spinning in that fucked up head
Spinning and spinning in that fucked up head

He said "Anything's better than being alone"

Don't you know?

With each passing day his chances they shrink
Shrink to sweet nothing, pour him a drink
He's got these ideas, express your concern
Head full of spiders, head full of worms
Head full of spiders, head full of worms

He said "Anything's better than being alone"
Track Name: Broken Transistors/Faulty Receivers
Spinal fluid and circuit boards
Plastic limbs and cancer wards
Rubber joints and brainscan blues
A pretty dress and dancing shoes

Awkward at first, but how she moved!
Almost convincing, everyone's fooled
Pale and drawn, he worked through the night
Until she cracked her first smile

He built her from scratch, from broken transistors
Faulty receivers designed to deceive us
Used parts and stain-glass hearts
Crystals that glowed like eyes in the dark
Track Name: Remote Control
Crawl up inside of her brain
Attach wire to the mainframe
A series of delicate strings
Held on with hooks to each of her limbs

Now I decide and it's safer this way
The streets are no place for something so precious
Now I decide and it's better that way
All to myself, most hallowed of treasures

Fingers and toes, Remote control
Knuckles and knees
Silent, non-violent and clean
Nobody here is free

So someone twisted her arm
All of the drugs in the world won't make me calm
I pull levers, she lives out my will
I choose where she walks and I choose when she's still

Now I decide and it's safer this way
The streets are no place for something so precious
Now I decide and it's better that way
All to myself, most hallowed of treasures

Fingers and toes, Remote control
Knuckles and knees
Silent, non-violent and clean
Nobody here is free

I twisted her face into something resembling a smile...
Track Name: She Made For The Lights Of The City
Sick of the sight of his face
She longed for release and escape
A picture of beauty and grace

Wires all tangled in knots
She said "I love you but I'd rather not"
And fired the opening shot

She made for the lights of the city that night
Called a taxi, paid in cash and said
"just take me anywhere, anywhere there's someone to talk to"

Wires all tangled and fucked
She said she'd had quite enough
And gathered up all of her stuff

Fingers straight into the socket
She took off like a rocket
And nobody knew she was there

Free she drifts
And everything goes to shit

She made for the lights of the city that night
Called a taxi, paid in cash and said
"just take me anywhere, anywhere there's someone to talk to"
Track Name: Slip Away
Into the refuge of sleep without an end
No carnations by my bedside
I could leave a note for the ghosts of my friends
It hardly seems worthwhile now
It hardly seems worthwhile now there's no one here to hold me while I slip away

I've made a twisted mess of every fucking thing
I've come to know and love and need
Last breath hangs in my throat
Like a cruel and heartless joke
And nothing is possible now
Nothing is possible now there's no-one here to hold me while I slip away