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1. The Sun is not as Bright from Saturn
2. Bill Me Later  
3. I Know What I Should Do  
4. Why are We Here?  
5. Replaced By  
6. Trip to JFK
7. Ex Tex Mex
8. In the Studio  
9. Syndrome  
10. As a Missile  
11. Winter is Gone  
12. Robots

 

Bill Crozier and the Robots - Lyrics

1. The Sun is not as Bright from Saturn © 1976

The sun is not as bright from Saturn
I’ve been there and I know it’s true
The sun is not as bright from Saturn
And the sky is not as blue

The next flight up to Titan I’ll be taking
Maybe they’ll see fit to send me home
The next flight up to Titan I’ll be taking
I’m so tired of being alone

It was fun for awhile
Out here exiled from my friends on Mars
Was it really a disguise
Now I realize that I’m no closer to the stars

The rings are beautiful this time of year
And the moons are quite a sight to see
Alone the cold is hard to bear
I wish you’d come and visit me

(organ solo)

It was fun for awhile
Out here exiled from my friends on Mars
Was it really a disguise
Now I realize that I’m no closer to the stars

Couldn’t you send me back
To my home base
Back to the rusty planes of Mars
I won’t even jump to hyperspace
It’s not really all that far

The sun is not as bright from Saturn
I’ve been there and I know it’s true
The sun is not as bright from Saturn
And the sky is not as blue

It was fun for awhile
Out here exiled from my friends on Mars
Was it really a disguise
Now I realize that I’m no closer to the stars

2. Bill Me Later © 1989

I'll take time magazine, bill me later
Shake and bake and pass the cream
Bill me later
It's OK everyone's in debt
Bill me later
I'm going to smoke these safer bets
Bill me later
Run up the charge on my Mastercard

I'm going to cut down all these trees
Bill me later
They don't know if we'll cook or freeze
So bill me later
I'll do just what I will, bill me later
And blame it on Brazil, bill me later
Run up the charge on my Mastercard

(Instrumental)

Jack the thermostat and bill me later
To the wind and sea with all the crap
Bill me later
Why should I pretend?
Bill me later
I'll have the cash by then
Bill me later
Run up the charge on my Mastercard

Going to cut down all these trees
Bill me later
They don't know if we'll cook or freeze
So bill me later
I'll do just what I will, bill me later
And blame it on Brazil, bill me later

Mother Nature's listening
Thought I heard her whispering,
" Pay me now"

3. I Know What I Should Do © 1989

Ash trays in the Deptford Mall
With half-smoked cigarettes
Sticking up in the air
I’m walking down the hall
Trying not to care
I’d like to pick one up
And take it home
Light it up after supper
Nick won’t leave me alone

If only they would sell ‘em (refrain)
One at a time
All wrapped in cello’
They’d only cost a dime

I repose along the row
Pretending not to see
The half-smoked Marlboro®
Is anyone looking at me?
I suppose I’ll blow my nose
Put the tissue in the can
No one knows as I close in
The cigarette’s in my hand

The taste amazes
Like the olden days
It’s like a rotten piece of wood
It’s no wonder that Dave’s
Export A’s taste so good
I’d buy a pack
But I know the flack
That I’d get from you
I can’t go back
No, I know the facts
I know what I should do

(repeat refrain)

But I hope they don’t bother
I’ve got other things to do
One leads to another
Oh, I know what I should do

(repeat 3rd verse)

(End with instrumental)

4. Why Are We Here? ©1990

Why are we here, who knows the reason?
Because we can see from purple to red?
Or like the bees, we add to the season
Why are we here? This is what I said.

(Instrumental)

But if you know it, then just say so long
I want to grow it, and water it with song

Why are we here
Do you know the reason?
To eat and to sleep, to work and to play?
Or do we have to go deeper
To please the big cheese or
Why are we here?
This is what I say

(Instrumental)

But if you know it, then just say so long
I want to grow it with the water of a song.

5. Replaced By © 1999

I say I'm no longer waiting
You say, "don't have a cow."
Even when you notice it's fading
You say, "I can't do it right now, sir"
And the friends you have lost to the decade
Are replaced by a word on your browser la la la la la la

As I was driving by waist-high
Brick walls covered with vines
The white picket fences replaced by
Pressure-treated southern pine
I saw as the golden lights raced by:
I’m everywhere at the same time
La la la la la la

Go with the sand for (chorus)
It flows through your hands or
Be a cranky old man

The real live acoustic pianer
Is replaced by the electronic blooper
All of the harmony singers
Are replaced by a series of numbers
And everything that you
Do with your fingers
Is replaced by the digital computer
La de da da da da

(Instrumental)

(chorus)

You're snug and you should feel regal
For everything comes out of Taiwan
The bug is replaced with the beetle
You sold your soul in the 80's to buy one
And you plug up the eye of the needle
Pick up the phone to sign on
La la la la la la

(chorus)

I say I'm no longer waiting
You say, "don't have a cow."
Even when you notice it's fading
You say, "I can't do it right now, sir"
And the friends you have lost to the decade
Are replaced by a word on your browser la la la la la la

6. Trip to JFK © 2000

I'll write a tune about my trip to JFK
So I will always remember how to get there
55 to 42, 295 to Bordentown, that's where
I pick up the New Jersey Turnpike
Stop
Take a ticket
Take the left to the north, to New York
Roll around, chop and pick it

(Instrumental)

Get off at exit 13, cross the Arthur Kill
To Staten Island
Wait in traffic after paying all the other Bills
Nobody smilin'
Then I cross the most beautiful bridge
I have ever seen
Get over to the left, off the bridge
Take the East Belt Parkway to Queens


Off to the right if I could be lookin'
I'd see Coney Island
Driving along the bottom of Brooklyn
There's Jamaica Bay
Don't want to fight, but it's
Bumper to bumper
Feel 10 years older
I'd get out to fly my kite
But there's no shoulder

When I’ve logged 15 miles
I get on the Van Wyk Expressway
Can this be the only way
For me to get to JFK?

7. Ex Tex Mex © 2001

I went down to Mexico
I went down to Texas
I got myself a new guitar
To celebrate the nexus
I didn't want to trade it in
I like the way it feels
A pickup for a pick me up
Already made the deal

Where'd I put my Polaroids?
I want to make it mellow
So I took a blow torch
And I burned off all the yellow
I didn't want to trade it it
I like the way it feels
A pickup for a pick me up
Already made the deal

And now it sounds like this, yeah
And now it sounds like this, yeah

I went down to Mexico
I went down to Texas
I got myself a new guitar
To celebrate the nexus
No, I didn't want to trade it in
I like the way it feels

8. In the Studio © 2001

I turned off the radio
Didn’t feel so well
Sound on in the studio
I’m ringing a bell
Sound on in the studio
I’m ringing a bell

I turned on the stereo
Give it a go
Looking through the window
In the studio
Yeah, I’m looking through the window
In the studio

When there’s entirely too much noise
From the girls and the boys
I sing but there’s nobody here
And I send all the sound to my ears

I turned off the radio
Didn’t feel so well
Sound on in the studio
I’m ringing a bell
Sound on in the studio
I’m ringing a bell

9. Syndrome © 2001

There’s a syndrome
Driving to the dumpster going diving
Hiking for the gold you might be striking
Goaded to the modem go downloading

Check the phone line
Not worth the craning not worth straining
Not worth debating not worth waiting
It’s all the same, not worth the pain

There’s no data (chorus)
But don’t be afraid
You get what you paid for
But download the beta anyway

Get with the program
Scrawling for you know
You could be calling
Stalling for you know you could be falling
Installing when you know
You could be crawling

(repeat chorus twice)

Gone a hunting
Going in with only what you carry
Searching for a bone or for a berry
Want to take a bow and arrow to the dairy

(repeat chorus twice)

There’s a syndrome
Driving to the dumpster going diving
Hiking for the gold you might be striking
Goaded to the modem go downloading

10. As a Missile © 2001

As a missile I never thought of an airplane
Till I saw one hit a building
From every possible angle
I’m a man of peace, I believe in fair play
But there’s a fox in the woods
I want to strangle

As a weapon I never thought of a letter
Except that it might cut my little finger
I took Delsea Drive
And while blinking my eyes
I thanked the postwomen in Malaga

Although I imagined (chorus)
I never thought it would happen
Every war is holy, that’s clear to the bone
And if soldiers need
Confirmation from God
He should take a vacation
Without a cell phone

As a soldier I never thought of a passenger
On a jet liner coming home from vacation
I recall an old nightmare
I wake before light
As I think of their new destinations

You may have always gotten your way
By scaring your neighbor
Till he runs like a bunny
But if you poke your fingers
In a big bully’s eyes
He’ll break your legs
And take your lunch money

(repeat chorus)

God bless the US
Tuesday all you can eat wings
A sign of the times at a diner
As a flag-waver I never thought it was me
But I’ve got one outside since September

Yeah, a flag-waver I know it’s not me
But I got one outside since September

11. Winter is Gone © 2001

The road I was on
Dry as bone
Winter is gone
Like in some Twilight Zone

Warm sunny day
Like in the month of May
But the neighbor’s blowing leaves
The sun is low at three

It reminds me of a place I know (chorus)
Three room, tin roof bungalow
Vision on the ceiling of my room
Wake up and smell the coffee in bloom

The ocean’s on the way
From the icy sea
I am here to stay
Counting 4 and 3
I could use the change
You grow apples up in Maine
But I’ll be by the sea
Picking mangoes from the tree

(repeat chorus)

The road I was on
Dry as bone
Winter is gone
Like in some Twilight Zone
Life’s not so hard
Building castles in the yard
But I’ll be up till two
Singing do do do do do do do

12. Robots © 2002

House full of robots
I can’t do everything myself
Granting wishes
They wash the clothes, wash the dishes

Show full of robots
I can’t see anything myself
It’s getting to me
How they make the scene, make the movie

How you have grabbed (chorus)
How you have snort- and grunted
Pick up the bell, give a ring
Now that you have everything you wanted
Can you do anything?

Room full of robots
Had to sit all by myself
Think it over
While they play the drum, play viola

(viola instrumental)

(repeat chorus)

House full of robots
Can I do anything myself?


All the songs and the video were written, produced and performed by Bill Crozier. All rights reserved.