Anatomy Of A Plastic Girl - EP

by The Opiates

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You can’t say I’m not human But every hour, every minute,every second and beyond can pass me by I’m really anything but bland But what you see is what you get when I parade my silhouette down Rodeo Drive And you can look inside There is a light that shines Under the pale white smile You could say I’ve got some fame Well I go out to lunch with actors now and then And when I go home I’m still the same And there’s really nothing there When I look into the mirror I see really nothing here but a face and name And you can leave me here For where the glitter lay There is a battlefield And you can leave me here I have no enemies Only reality If I was anybody then I was a nobody to most but that was better Now I’m everybody all the time And I am miserable Under the pretty shell There are a thousand holes
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I was on my best behaviour When the old attraction came to rise If I make my breath go faster The moment would arrive Many times I’ve tried to refrain But the image won’t subside Could you be my sweet accomplice In my candy coated crime And if I only knew If you know too And what to do Then I could do it to you The moment would arrive And if I knew you’d say You would be meeting me halfway Then I could plan it with you My candy coated crime Who would show the faintest interest If I took it way too far this time Who cares if I get arrested I’m only playing CSI It’s like murder in a sweet shop You can’t tell the blood from sweet delights Could I be identified of My candy coated crime And if I only knew If you know too And what to do Then I could do it to you My life is on the line And if I knew you’d say You would be meeting me halfway Then I could plan it with you My candy coated crime And if I only knew If you know too And what to do Then I could do it to you The moment would arrive And if I knew you’d say You would be meeting me halfway Then I could plan it with you My candy coated crime
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Mama was beautiful A mountain of fake hair would sometimes peek through the bedroom door The money never hugged her the money was never warm It did not tell her stories it did not sing bedtime songs There were always sedate veils of some kind behind her eyes And daily doses of something were keeping her paralyzed Mama gave her Nembutal When she interfered in her schedule The measures were inevitable Come on now be a good girl Mama gave her everything That chemicals and cash could bring But instead of owning everything it only disowned her Taking her life in hand Selling her roller skates for an abortion Almost joining the women’s movement But she said the only movement I’m interested in Is the one that gets me outta here and to Hollywood where I belong Rosy cheeks productions helped her get to Hollywood Where a girl’s gotta do what’s to do and be what she’s not Now she’s dropped the booze and drugs And discovered Häagen-Dazs Her lips are injected with half her ass Now she looks like the other girls And she dropped the shoulder pads For a pair of muscly lads Don’t want to get Oprah on your ass But her biography still won’t pass Mama gave her everything That chemicals and cash could bring
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Now I know descending stairs are long I’ve seen their faces gather, quite aware This dream could last a lifetime Now I see my fate ahead of me I wear her floral dress my teeth are bare This dream will last forever And there’s no rest Despite the silence And there’s nowhere left to run There’s a light there At the bottom They won’t find me When I’m done Now there’ll be someone that isn’t me The lipstick on my mouth It isn’t fair The wig I’ll wear forever There’s a ghost called isolation It’s a tenant in my home Where I will be who they tell me When I’m down there They’ll have won And there’s no rest Despite the silence And there’s nowhere left to run There’s a light there At the bottom They won’t find me When I’m done
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The Opiates started with the intention of being an ambient project. Bored, they soon said: f…ck this, and wrote the kind of songs that moved them in cerebral as well as booty shaking ways.

The Opiates are Robert Solheim and Billie Ray Martin.

Their forthcoming album ‘Hollywood Under The Knife’ explores paths pioneered by the Chicago house and Detroit techno heroes, not least Electribe 101, with the aim of taking things forward a step in history.

Although Kraftwerk and Yazoo have been mentioned as influences, their very unique brand of electronic music is as much Carpenters as it is cutting-edge electro, with a nod to current minimal influences.

The Opiates are radical because they do not shy away from the rare match of songwriting and cutting-edge beats and bleeps.

Hollywood Under The Knife will boldly go where the best of electronic duo crossover albums have gone before and will appeal as much to the charts as to the underground, to film and television as much as radio and beyond.

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released March 3, 2008

produced and mixed by The Opiates
music by Robert Solheim
melodies/lyrics by Billie Ray Martin, except where noted
mastered by Chris von Rautenkranz at Soundgarden Hamburg

all songs published by Touch Tones Music (Billie Ray Martin), Copyright Control (Robert Solheim) except:
"Oprah's Book Of The Month Club (Part 2)": published by Touch Tones Music (Billie Ray Martin), Copyright Control (Robert Solheim), DVersion Music Publishing Ltd (Mikael Delta)

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