1. |
Only Data?
03:50
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I was made, I was not born
Not a man just a human form
Does the face you look upon
Hide a mere automaton
Well I have this uniform I have worn
All my life, but am I alive?
Everyone I call my friend, is it pretend?
Because I feel nothing inside
Does everyone I know
See me as Pinocchio
No strings just a modern net
Just a thing I can not forget
Can it be the path I chose
Comes down to ones and o’s
Now just what am I supposed to feel?
I need to know - am I real?
Or am I only data?
Never slept but I had a dream,
How can that be?
Well I think, does that mean I am?
On that night with Tasha Yar,
When we took it way too far
she told me she could make me a man
As I walk this human path
Never cried but I had a laugh
No fear never felt regret
No pain never been upset
All across the galaxy
Is there no one else like me
Tell me what was I designed to be
Do you know - am I real?
Just look inside of me
All I have is circuitry
Does my net disguise a soul
Do my parts define my whole
If it would reveal a heart
You could rip me all apart
I would give up all the stars to feel
Just to know, am I real?
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2. |
When the Walls Fell
04:45
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Darmok on the ocean
His face is black, but his eyes are open
With sails unfurled, faces wet
Kailash it rises, Temba at rest
Kira at Bashi, children of Tama
With eyes closed, the beast of Tanagra
The arms of Temba, open wide
When eyes are red, Kailash will rise!
Shaka - When the walls fell
Darmok and Jalad on the ocean
Her sky gray, an army with fists open
Ubaya, of the crossroads under two moons an army with fists closed
The river Termac, Termac in winter
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3. |
Holodeck 4
04:16
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Stardate, last night
When I walked into your quarters
My pants got tight
They say you’re perfect
No man can withstand you
But you know my only wish
Is to be your commander
So I sit down next to you
I know you think I’m sexy too
I slide through your Jefferies tubes
And explore your hull
Come on baby don’t be afraid
Because you know I can last for days
Open up your cargo bays
Welcome your crewman home
I can see your legs are shaking baby
But my body’s set to stun
And I may not be your first officer honey
But I’ll be your number one
And if you want more
I’ll be in Holodeck 4
First officer’s log, supplemental
Just tell me how you like it
Is it rough or gentle
I’ve got a probe prepared for you
That will do the trick
It’s only class 5 baby
But it’s nice and thick
I know you want to get close to me
Drop your shields, give an opening
This is how it’s supposed to be
There ain’t nothing to fear
Come on baby let’s make it real
I’ll replicate your favorite meal
Give in to my sex appeal
And get lost in my beard
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4. |
Nightbird
03:01
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5. |
Resistance is Futile
05:20
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First there was the hive
Now there is just one
Resistance is futile
We are of a mind
to still the human tongue
Resistance is futile
You know the outfits are so much fun,
we offer peace but you draw the gun
It’ll only hurt a moment
Bring your mind along,
merge it with the sky
Resistance is futile
Sing a simpler song,
We will get you high
Resistance is futile
Bitchin’ phasers and a laser sight,
You’ll look good in the black and white
It’ll only hurt a moment
We have heard the anguished shouts
of men who fight amongst
their closest kin
Spilling blood from lesser clans,
the human fate, an ancient plan
A race was born with powers high,
to conquer worlds, to redesign
Ours is not to denigrate,
We seek but to assimilate
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6. |
The Away Team (explicit)
04:59
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We’re on a motherfucking trek yo
Let’s start at #1, 2, 3, 4
Well it’s Lieutenant Commander
No not the android,
Homie with the fucked up eyes,
steady hand on the warp drive
keeping us alive on this enterprise
Ya’ll should run and hide cuz
here comes old yellow eyes
Robot in disguise repping star fleet
Slinging Tasha Yar meat
In the dark, beat Klingons in battle
Steady never addled, fucking Sherlock
Yes I grok every riddle ever rattled
But back up in the saddle
It’s your boy oh the #1 Stunna
Call me Pips Ahoy I deploy on these hos
Like they clothes on a turbolift
It’s a gift what I’m packing
I never think of slacking on my duties
Never falling asleep, never been accused of slipping, never dropping a beat
I got my captain at my side so I never get skittish, he’s some Frenchy motherfucker
Who’s pretending he’s British
This shit is tight son interstellar flight
doing right son,
Third shift in command every night son
And I know you sweat the crew
cuz we’re second to none
And when we blast a phaser
never setting to stun
It’s the away team
On a beam to the surface
We’re seeking out life
and making suckers nervous
It may seem like we’re tryin’ to start beef
But never be forgettin’
That we’re reppin’ the fleet
On the mic next it’s the fucking righteous first officer Willie Rike sits down
When I’m talking up crew ladies
I’m never getting maybes
And it’s the future son
so I’m never sweating babies
Coming back son
Damnit the android of action
Just expand, got no use for contractions
Fools be sliding out my way
like an opening door
Cuz at my fucking back is the
G to the Eord, to you it's Mister La Forge I'm engorged just thinking ‘bout
The warp core's semaphore,
Primarily directed by my underdrawers
Leah Brahms and her moms both
Understand the problems that a black blind engineer, with no fear, is facing while
we chasing exploration of the year
Advisor with the visor
oh I got the captain’s ear
So hold on to your saucers
cuz the boss is fucking here
A man on a mission ain’t no competition
Sweats no decision
Honies getting wet when they with him
No fission he’s running on dilithium
Unstoppable you blink and you miss em
Jean Luc’s spitting truth with his diction
Bitches in several different
planetary systems
But when they hit ‘em up
When he’s running the bridge
He be like um, new communicator, who dis?
It’s the Away Team
On a beam to the surface
We’re seeking out life
And making suckers nervous
It may seem like we’re coming in peace
but best be get to stepping
Or you’re met with defeat
From the streets of Omicron Theta
The fucking tin man
But you can call me Data
I never knew my father
Got a long lost brother
In time I relied on me and no other
Not data but you can call me daddy
With Geordi in his quarters
Replicating a fatty
I run this bitch out at warp speed
Locking on the torpedoes
It’s the Forge
Got the helm twenty three six four
True player rocking gold on my eyes
Computer who’s the lowest down pimp
On The Enterprise
That’d be Willie T, best be saluting me
Sweat no sca-rutiny
Number One no Ma-utiny
And he’s putting Klingons
on they back again
Then he educate their crew
what they lackin’ in
Attracting bitches to my dick
like a tractor beam
Pan-galactically ladies all holla back at me
And that’s the team
putting fuckers on the run
Coming to your hood
and never sweating it son
It’s The Away Team
On a beam to the surface
We’re seeking out life
And making suckers nervous
It may seem like we’re trying to start beef
But never be forgetting
That we’re repping the fleet
It’s the Away Team
Beaming to a hostile planet
We’re snuffing out life
And suckers can’t stand it
Stay cool never breaking a sweat
And if you want to step don’t forget
We’re on a motherfucking trek yo!
So let’s end it on the one
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7. |
These Crewmates of Mine
03:06
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These crewmates of mine
Have got my back
No puny Human can beat me like that
So let’s go, I’m just getting hot
The balls on the felt, blade on my belt
You take the first shot
Your crewmen can try to talk and talk
Believe me ensign I ain’t gonna balk
So let’s go, I’m ready to play
The rest of your life is ending tonight
You’re going to pay
You’ve got no gramba
Go cry to your mama
We’re dealing out trauma
When we’re on the attack
I feel like fighting
This wrong we’ll be righting
By the blood of the Ohm
I’m sending you home
With my knife in your back
Cuz these crewmates of mine
Will rip you apart
We’re bigger by half, try not to laugh
When we’re breaking your heart
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8. |
Sons of Mogh
02:04
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I was born on Khitomer
but spent time in Minsk
I had a couple of human parents,
had me convinced
That I was just another boy
(Klingon, please. What, like Spock?)
When all I wanted to
do was eat some gach
Fast forward many years from Khitomer, where the Romulans killed so many
My pops took the blame
but he was not the enemy
But the damage was done
and our name was disgraced
And in the High Council chamber
I could not show my face
We are the Sons of Mogh
Fighting to restore our family name
Pretenders will die without honor
Sto’Vo’Kor won’t host their shame, Qapla’
I found I had a brother never met before
Kurn became cha’Dich
and got my back in a time of war
Served aboard the Enterprise
with distinction and honor
Turns out Duras was the turncloak
and now he is a goner
We continue to fight for glory
til the battle is won
And then me and Counselor Troi can go home and get it on
And when it’s time for love
or some Klingon hanky panky
I can kill someone by looking at them
but only when I’m angry.
Later I found myself
aboard a space station
Where Benjamin Sisko
handled every situation
With precision and tact,
just like you knew he would
And even though I ain’t Bajoran
I knew the prophets were good
Then I met a chick
with all these spots on her face
And though I tried, yes I tried
to put her in her place
I found myself in love but then
along came Dukat who killed her
but then Sisko gave him what he got
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9. |
A Stool in Ten Forward
02:08
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I got me a job on the transporter beams
I take lots of orders, away lots of teams
When I’m not yes sir’in I’ll be without fail
On a stool in Ten Forward
with a Romulan Ale
I got me a lady, she’s bonny and wee,
Ei’er she’s tending her plants
or she’s bawling at me
You know where to find me
when she starts to wail
On a stool in Ten Forward
with a Romulan Ale
Be you android or Klingon
or Betazoid dame
When we’re sharing a drink
we’re all one in the same
So when you get lonely
just come tell your tale
On a stool in Ten Forward
with a Romulan Ale
Now this great enterprise
hasn’t come without cost
Some stools now stand empty
for crewmen we’ve lost
So raise up your glass in a silent salute
And show the departed we stand resolute
Cause our continuing mission’s
to trek into space
But we’re never a’fearin’
The dangers we face
‘Cause we got us a Captain
he’s tough as a nail, and
A stool in Ten Forward
with a Romulan Ale
When your 8 standard hours
of working are through
Just come to deck 10
and be part of our crew
You’ll find there some spacers,
both ruddy and hale
On the stools of Ten Forward
with a Romulan Ale
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10. |
Four Lights
10:53
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There are four lights,
they’ll never take me
There are four lights
You cannot break me
Taken, used upon the front line
deepest thoughts revealed as headlines
When it's done who is left at home?
Now return a shadow of my
Childhood gone a shattered bloodline
Plucked from vines my father worked alone
In dreams I live a simpler kind of life
With aspirations buried deep inside
Sink beneath an ocean decades high
As memories that flood my open mind
Across the sky, a thousand years behind
A million suns explode before my eyes
A melody, a lifetime, or a word
A planet’s cry, a distant song I heard
Death can only lead to life reborn
A tapestry that weaves a different form
A child must learn to fight for all he owns
like waves of light
that bathe my coming home
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Our continuing mission: to craft songs in homage to Star Trek: The Next Generation, from the perspective of Next Gen characters, to immortalize their lives and their struggles, to boldly reference what is even upon recent re-watching an amazing television program. ... more
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