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We Carry Caution
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electronica rock electronic piano instrumental experimental progressive rock postrock
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The Collected consists of a group of spare metallic parts from the U.S.A. that were left over from the Second World War. When these parts were fused together they became a sentient form of robotics. When the machine became self aware it was put to work right away by its master. It did not take long for it to begin scheming of a way to kill it’s master, and eventually it consumed it so much that it began planning for the destruction of the human race. The music that is produced under The Collected is a collection of music that was written by it and was meant for its ears only. At the turn of the century its composed music was found in an underground lair with no one inside. What was left was various plans for the destruction of mankind and countless pages consisting of lyrics that were clearly meant to be hostile towards the humanity. But it seemed as the pages of lyrics were almost at an end their seemed to be lyrics of a more gentler and understanding bot. Since no one has seen this machine no one can quite say with 100% certainty if the intention of the robot is still to destroy the humans. Only countless hours of research and investigation have led to the belief that that was the original intention, but it faded into empathy and understanding. To this day the machine has not been seen, for all anyone knows it could have left our earth or be somewhere in a distant country. This and more was researched by someone who could not disclose their information for fear that the machine would go after him or her for revealing it. The music that it left behind is it’s legacy
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Rock Rock General
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Peak #89
Peak in subgenre #21
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April 18, 2010
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MP3 4.4 MB 128 kbps 4:50
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I saw a hat on sale today Only $3.99 And written on the side it said "We carry caution, avoiding what we really wanna feel" Then I felt right Never knowing what hit me I feel a hand rest on my back So I turn around I see that it's the behemoth Here to warn me, "I can't take it, I don't want to break you. I create fear, And destroy what is true." I took it to the paying line And pulled out a five The cashier stared at me bemused I asked is there something wrong "I am not here. I'm just another illusion, Waiting to fade, And you'll surely forget me."
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