Hygene Atoms

by The New Pollutants

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released April 1, 2002

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Mister Benjamin Speed Los Angeles, California

Mr Benjamin Speed’s dreams are a major influence on him. He uses them to gather and refine ideas for music, as well as his life. Ultimately he wants to give more love than he receives and aims to transcend space and time through the power of ludicrous thought. He is also addicted to social network buffoonery, liquorice, watermelons and anything with ginger in it. ... more

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Track Name: Sign Code (New Pollutants Manifesto 1-4)
Verse 1 (Parts 1-2)

Part 1 is an amendment to the existence of self
The former being redundant to the accrual of wealth
We were all grown in vats to conditions of stealth
Every person’s been vaccinated on the basis of health

Were cynical but sensitive if you know what I mean
As 2 meld to one we’re a contemporary screen theme
The pollution of the body is the evolution I'm seeing
Part 1 is a modification to the substance of being

Part 2 describes the resurrection of time
And how the organising principal is to lie, fight and undermine
Where humanity folds our strength is in our countersign
The reward is a batch of over amplified encounter lines

The sign code of disaster that can’t get any nearer
Is a mathematical song that can’t be any clearer
Our invasion approach is one half of in the mirror
Part 2 illustrates the resurgence of an era

Verse 2 (Parts 3-4)

Part 3 defines the role of the wicked and the vile
And how both seem relevant to what seems to be the in-style
The progressive psyche of energy is too juvenile
We need the 20th dimension just to walk in single file

We peek through the keyhole of an expired sub-humanoid
With flagrant discount for the fearless bio-dominoid
Our place remains to kill the dreams made of celluloid
Part 3 is the function of the dreadful and the paranoid

Part 4 is a thesis to the thought of a wise man
What’s past is prologue is the section of our master plan
We’re all high tech savages concealed in a frying pan
It’s out of the fire; sonic energy is a cerebral scan

The modern impurity is 2 heads are better than one
This is a manifesto of the new pollutant over-run
The opposites are to stop here before they’ve begun
Part 4 is a theory to the reflection of one
Track Name: The New Pollutants Theme Song
Verse 1

To be a new pollutant you don’t need to be special
There’s no secret handshake and no stupid arm wrestle
There are no secret tests and no secret signs
There’s no second best and there’s no stupid rhymes

To be a new pollutant you don’t need to have to fight
You don’t need to eat biscuits and stay up all night
You won’t need a haircut you won’t need a certain look
You don’t need any money or to read a certain book

To be a new pollutant you don’t need to remain nameless
You could be a no one or you could even be famous
You could be an actor, you could be an engineer
You could live like a hermit or be focussed on career

To be a new pollutant you don’t need to stand from the crowd
You could be very quiet or even talk out aloud
You could be a Rhodes scholar or even make no sense
You could be highly opinionated or just sit on the fence

Chorus

New Pollutant’s all around us – you can see it everyday
Choking down what daddy fed – in each and everyway
I'm a New Pollutant – He’s a New Pollutant
We’re the New Pollutants and we’re coming on strong

Verse 2

The first new pollutant’s name is DJ Tr!p
He’s got a limp on his right leg and a piercing in his lip
He’s got tailor-made shoes and the 8-bit blues
He’s got a penchant for gaming whether you win or lose

The first new pollutant studies the art of old
He’s got a room full of consoles and a hard drive full of gold
He’s got fisherman’s pants and a b-boy stance
He’s got the kind of power that will put you in a trance

The first new pollutant responds mainly to touch
But when he’s on stage he stresses way too much
Don’t prod him or poke him It only shortens his wick
Eat chocolate and chewing gum and get a little sick

The first new pollutant’s got a weird way to scratch
With hands going everywhere it’s a technical mismatch
Frequency butterflies caught in CB
He’s got a portable Amiga and a pocket TV

Chorus

New Pollutant’s all around us – you can see it everyday
Choking down what daddy fed – in each and everyway
I'm a New Pollutant – He’s a New Pollutant
We’re the New Pollutants and we’re coming on strong

Verse 3

The second new pollutant’s name is mister speed
He thinks he’s superhuman but he’s a veritable halfbreed
He thinks out aloud when his outlook seems to worsen
He thinks 3’s a crowd but talks in the 3rd person

The second new pollutant studies movies and sound
He’s got fur on his face and not the other way around
He’s got a bicycle cuffs and a blind man’s bluffs
He’s got things in his hair to show he’s not tough enough

The second new pollutant wears a hygiene mask
He’s got fruit on the brain and water in his hip flask
He’s all over the place with the expressions on his face
He’s got a room full of posters and a moving picture database

The second new pollutant computes 1.2
He’s got a vampire cape in a darkened hue
With his Kaoss Pad he hasn’t seen the sun in a while
He’s got flailing arm movements and a weird robot style

Chorus

New Pollutant’s all around us – you can see it everyday
Choking down what daddy fed – in each and everyway
I'm a New Pollutant – He’s a New Pollutant
We’re the New Pollutants and we’re coming on strong
Track Name: Online Celebrity (hyphenated.mod)
Verse 1

To drain the mindstate of its undead co-op
Is to feed an electronic to the very last drop
It’s inside out and the other way around
I'm more of a crippled and live life while homebound
It’s not called hiphop its two kinds of persistence
I'm way above your league cause my league is non-existence
A distance beyond what is immeasurable light
I'm a little bit of black and a little bit of white
It’s my own voice inside my head every week
I’ll crush you like a twig you little bedroom geek
I'm last week’s news and tomorrow’s trash
I’m these day’s woes yesterdays rash
New type of world but one that’s not so manageable
Inflict the kind of cuts that aren’t so bandageable
How do you feel when you hear a new pollution?
Here are 2 prototypes of human evolution

Verse 2

While I'm amused at this analogue recession
I'm in the middle of a digital depression
My dreams are like movies, but of the worst kind imaginable
Looking for the product while I’m looking for the intangible
It’s never up the front cause its part of the tricks
The eyes are the spanner so come get the fix
The outro as an intro expiration is what I've been through
I've got grey areas cause that’s what I'm into
It’s a higher percentage of your protein needs
I'm a the kind of data that breaks when it bleeds
A kind of faith in chaos Microphonia’s over
It’s the 1’s and 0’s of her life that drove her
Reverse psychological its best for me
It’s the Digital media that’s my heresy
12-point platter I'm unbound and steadfast
A promising future or living in the past

Verse 3

I prefer being unknown with my foot on the ground
The age of endarkenment ruined by sound
Too far to one side to be the bottom or the top
Its no use starting when you cant seem to stop
I'm a kind of disease would I offer you an antidote
Call me a virus when you listen to this anti note
No ps2 I'm down with NES
And if you don’t compute don’t get any stress
The other half of syntax difficult to interlace
This ain’t musical instruments digital interface
Motherboards and motherships program to colonise
Updated self-sealing automatic systemise
Best beats come when you feeling at your worse
Cause I'm not so good at this verse chorus verse
44-kilohertz the beat’s 8 bit
I'm too damn cold for that warm analogue shit
Track Name: Dream
Chorus

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion
It is by the juice of saphoo that thoughts acquire speed
The lips acquire stains the stains become a warning
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion

Verse 1

This is a long introduction to a very short song
But I woke up today with my clothes all-wrong
It was the succession of a day that followed night
I can see the game but I can’t seem to fight

Because last night I dreamt that dream again
The one about my enemy and the first-rate friend***
It’s not so abstract, which is how they are mainly
Maybe its dynamic and it’s me acting strangely

I was looking for a person who wasn’t really there
And wherever I went I seemed to be worse for wear***
The suburban drifter said I was stung by cupid
To be old and wise I’d need to be young and stupid

After pondering the advice of those other bands
I looked to my right and saw blood in my hands
I ran to the country to find the powers that be
But all I found was that the drifter was me

Like pin-point worker bees with false anaesthesia
I didn’t want to speak – saying nothing was easier
My dream was talking what it said came true
It’s designer discontent manufactured just for you

Its days like these where I seem far away
Its kind of ironic - I sing the same song everyday
1 type of reason is embedded in the plans
Of finding out how far my dream world spans


Chorus

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion
It is by the juice of saphoo that thoughts acquire speed
The lips acquire stains the stains become a warning
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion

Verse 2

I wouldn’t describe sleep as the cousin of death,
It’s the brother of invention and the keeper of breath
In need of direction where too many is too few
I pay mind to my dreams because they tell me what to do

As the inner people left and the outer ran its course
I felt a strange twinge it was the keeper of the source
As pupil met pupil upheaval took place
The look of perplexity was painted onto every face

Whatever developed was time-lapse photography
A study in point that aided anthropology
Both people grew to their prospective forms
Seas were composed they prevented the storms

I've tried walking on water and I’ve nearly drowned
I’ll cut off my arm to state something profound
But I'm a method agent - 7.1
It’s the future of the unnamed, which is never outdone

But I realise now its holding onto a myth
In a minor fall there’s no major lift
I rather playback to realtime it’s all I need
The terabytes of figures are the sower of seed

Delusional status seems more than fiction
At the side of my cradle is my dreamer’s diction
To let go of the thoughts my sub-consciousness makes
Is the day I wake up and my dream world breaks
Track Name: Become Flesh (New Pollutants Manifesto 5-8)
Verse 1

Part 5 delves into the deception of the soul
With all the steps involved to make this game of rock and roll
The producer of the 12 chairs is the half of a whole
We build up our 4 walls to keep biological control

The reason for being is the reason being for more
The reason why were so low is to keep our ears to the floor
The bodies are bruised and the minds are sore
Part 5 investigates the corruption of the core

Part 6 binds music to the computer within
Why should we flail about on this corporation spin?
The energy that holds is blanketed through thick and thin
A new bank of language is too complex to be genuine

Swapping tenses we are involved in the subdivide
Our thought is a consignment of beeswax and chlorinide
Our childhood dreams make our only mothers run and hide
Part 6 fastens sound to the mainframe of the inside

Verse 2

Part 7 is the numerical benefit of our frequency
44 times the circumference of our mentality
This is the do it yourself 46 approach to reality
The music is made is by a medium that is unknown to me

Coming through your headphones 20-80 style on a tape
Are the men with the long socks and black vampyre capes
We drain digital blood it’s our time and it’s our fate
Part 7 is the statistics of our refresh rate

Part 8 tells us to live life as though we were young
It’s those evil old people that are never having any fun
We are always outnumbered and always outgunned
Because were afraid of the light and hurt by the sun

Don’t be afraid of grief and sadness they can be fruitful
It’s overzealous contentment revealed as untruthful
This is the manifesto of a contemporary pollutal
Part 8 is a doctrine for the preservation of the youthful
Track Name: Sign Code (Discogreen Remix)
Verse 1 (Parts 1-2)

Part 1 is an amendment to the existence of self
The former being redundant to the accrual of wealth
We were all grown in vats to conditions of stealth
Every person’s been vaccinated on the basis of health

Were cynical but sensitive if you know what I mean
As 2 meld to one we’re a contemporary screen theme
The pollution of the body is the evolution I'm seeing
Part 1 is a modification to the substance of being

Part 2 describes the resurrection of time
And how the organising principal is to lie, fight and undermine
Where humanity folds our strength is in our countersign
The reward is a batch of over amplified encounter lines

The sign code of disaster that can’t get any nearer
Is a mathematical song that can’t be any clearer
Our invasion approach is one half of in the mirror
Part 2 illustrates the resurgence of an era

Verse 2 (Parts 3-4)

Part 3 defines the role of the wicked and the vile
And how both seem relevant to what seems to be the in-style
The progressive psyche of energy is too juvenile
We need the 20th dimension just to walk in single file

We peek through the keyhole of an expired sub-humanoid
With flagrant discount for the fearless bio-dominoid
Our place remains to kill the dreams made of celluloid
Part 3 is the function of the dreadful and the paranoid

Part 4 is a thesis to the thought of a wise man
What’s past is prologue is the section of our master plan
We’re all high tech savages concealed in a frying pan
It’s out of the fire; sonic energy is a cerebral scan

The modern impurity is 2 heads are better than one
This is a manifesto of the new pollutant over-run
The opposites are to stop here before they’ve begun
Part 4 is a theory to the reflection of one