The Flaming Lips sees things as they really are. They see clouds as illusory projectiles and visual imprints from a universe that does not exist. They are so cool. They can rework Ba-ba-black-sheep into an opus that Sebastian Bach and April Boys can only wet-dream about. They are so cool. They can see past the veneer of an illusory world of mice and men; the real world is that populated by pink robots and Japanese rioting with radioactive appendages. They are so cool. What follows is the Flaming Lips' Sonata variations Op. 132 in F Minor, Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, the greatest song in history, ever, thus:
"Her name is Yoshimi
she's a black belt in karate
working for the city
she has to discipline her body
'Cause she knows that
it's demanding
to defeat those evil machines
I know she can beat them
Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me
but you won't let those robots eat me
Yoshimi, they don't believe me
but you won't let those robots defeat me
Those evil-natured robots
they're programmed to destroy us
she's gotta be strong to fight them
so she's taking lots of vitamins
'Cause she knows that
it'd be tragic
if those evil robots win
I know she can beat them
Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me
but you won't let those robots defeat me
Yoshimi, they don't believe me
but you won't let those robots eat me
Yoshimi
'Cause she knows that
it'd be tragic
if those evil robots win
I know she can beat them
Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me
but you won't let those robots defeat me
Yoshimi, they don't believe me
but you won't let those robots defeat me
Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me
but you won't let those robots eat me
Yoshimi, they don't believe me
but you won't let those robots eat me
Yoshimi"
Simple melody. Hauntingly infectious buttbeats. Demonic synth burbles. Chaotic instrumental breakdowns. The greatest.
Enough said.
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