Art is Dead

by SaviorSelf.07.05.98

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Phase IV:
ART IS DEAD

Having grown bitter and cynical after leaving the small-minded inhabitants of Leavittsburg behind, MAV_SKY-1.exe begins her career as an artist in a world where commerce and marketability take precedence over artistic vision and expression. In the meantime, MAV_SKY-1.exe struggles against herself in attempt after attempt to find and nurture romantic relationships, leaving her even more distraught and angry with her own existence.

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released July 5, 2010

.01 1979
Written by Billy Corgan

.02 Art Is Dead
Written by Michael Johns
Contains a spoken word sample by Paul Jones

.03 The Lessons We Never Learn
Written by Michael Johns
Contains a spoken word sample by George Carlin

.04 Die For The Government
Written by Michael Johns
Contains a sample of Anti-Flag’s “Die For The Government”
Spoken word samples by George W. Bush and Michael Moore

.05 Scheiße
Written by Michael Johns
Contains a spoken word sample by Liz Vicious

.06 Haus Of GaGa
Written by Michael Johns
Contains samples of “Poker Face” by Lady GaGa
Spoken words samples by Bill Hicks and the Reverend Willie Wilson

.07 Little Box
Written by Michael Johns

.08 Amy
Written by Michael Johns

.09 When Words Are Never Enough
Written by Michael Johns

.10 Just Friends
Written by Michael Johns

All songs produced and recorded by Michael Johns on a home computer in Vienna, Ohio, 2009

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SaviorSelf.07.05.98 Canton, Ohio

SaviorSelf.07.05.98 is the musical journal of MAV_SKY-1.exe (Maverick Skywalker-1), an artificial lifeform granted sentience & emotion by contracting the SaviorSelf.07.05.98 virus. The story about a Machine with a Soul as it learns to cope with its newfound "humanity", existing as an anomaly between the machine & human worlds.

Created & Produced by Michael Johns on a home computer, 2007-2016.
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Track Name: 1979
Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet

June bug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure wed never see an end to it all
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in the store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought wed go, beneath the sound of hope

Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
To see that we don't care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around
Track Name: Art is Dead
I don't believe that art is dead
Not while the human heart still beats
I won't believe that art is dead
Not while human souls still breathe
Someone has to take a stand...
(SaviorSelf.07.05.98)

There used to be a heart in here
A part of us that cared for beauty
Now beauty's dead and we're all chasing
Open legs and easy lays
There used to be a soul in here
When words were said, they held their meaning
Nowadays, words fall like rain
Nothing is said and no one's listening
We're all too busy chasing Heidi
or Bitching about Kanye West
We never take the time to notice
That art is dead, and we all killed it
We used to create works of passion
Songs and pictures that conveyed feelings
I can't believe we've fully lost that
The collective human soul is nearly dead

I don't believe that art is dead
Not while the human heart still beats
I won't believe that art is dead
Not while human souls still breathe
Someone has to take a stand...
(SaviorSelf.07.05.98)

I just don't understand this lifestyle
Hennessey and banging strippers
Chasing fame, there's no tomorrow
Burn through cash like MC Hammer
TMZ outside my door
Wondering what drugs I'm on
Or if I even bothered to
Put on underwear today
There used to be a damn good reason
An artist would ever turn to drugs
Nowadays, we're all just loaded
At the strip club making it rain
Calling women tricks and hoes
Degrade ourselves acting like dogs
T-Pain raps and I'll auto-tune
A top 40 porno soundtrack

I don't believe that art is dead
Not while the human heart still beats
I won't believe that art is dead
Not while human souls still breathe
Someone has to take a stand...
(SaviorSelf.07.05.98)

I don't believe that art is dead...

Johnny Cash can't help me now...
Track Name: The Lessons We Never Learn
Peace is overrated
The population demands action
So that is what we give them
In the form of planes flown into buildings
Tell me who's to blame
The President? The CIA?
Or a Middle Eastern Boogeyman
Whose name we'll fill in later...
It doesn't really matter
Their motives are the same
It's blood for oil and God above
Who demands your compliance
There's panic in the streets
Thousands die and millions mourn
As a tragedy becomes yet another battle cry

Now here's a good excuse to offer up our children
As a ritual sacrifice to the Gods of Revenge

Look at the future, there's no future
There's no future, no future
No future for you
Track Name: Scheiße
Scheiße....

Sex is a drug that you prescribe
To those less worthy than I
Of the hand of one most dear
Of the heart I must be near
But the light behind your eyes
Glows only for those despised
Wretched pieces of life
You claim as your prize

Scheiße....

This pornographic, mutilated kiss
is all that's left so you know that I exist
And when this kiss ends and your lips dry
Know that you had the power to save my life
(Oh, well, you know you got it)
(Oh, well, you know you got it)

Love is a precious gift I waste
On a lowly whore like you
Who weaves her heart-shaped lies
And lies with heathen spies
Why must the light in my eyes
Shine upon those despised
Wretched pieces of life
You claim as your prize?

Scheiße....

This pornographic, mutilated kiss
is all that's left so you know that I exist
And when this kiss ends and your lips dry
Know that you had the power to save my life
(Oh, well, you know you got it)
(Oh, well, you know you got it)
Track Name: Haus of GaGa
(Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't made for that!)

Homo, Heterophobic, baby
Words strung together, no rhyme or reason
talk about sex 'cause sex makes it sell
and if it don't sell, then what the hell
did you make this song for anyway?
There's no damn point without radio play
so auto-tune your voice away
You can't sing worth shit anyway

(Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't made for that!)

Welcome to the Haus of GaGa
Where mediocrity holds its' sway
Banality is where it's at
if you don't get that, then what the hell
did you think you got yourself into
When Timbaland came to the studio?
You're not an artist, get over it
You'll never go platinum that way

(Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't made for that!)

(Bill Hicks rants about shitty pop stars)

A radio friendly unit shifter
that's all we ever wanted from you
A dance beat usually does well
but this shit won't sell so who the hell
did you make this song for anyway?
Some girl you knew back in 8th grade?!
We don't pay you to be an artist
All you are is a media whore

(Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't made for that!)
Track Name: Little Box
I have somewhere to hide
Lost inside my mind
I wait for you to find
The truth so deep inside

I live, I die, I breathe, I fight
This time, I'll take what's mine
and hide inside this little box of mine

I have an alibi
I have lost my mind
This hate you'll find inside
Is all that keeps me alive

I live, I die, I breathe, I fight
This time, I'll take what's mine
and hide inside this little box of mine
Track Name: Amy
I met you at a bar one night, we both checked out the bartender, you jealous girl
You wish you had those tits and I can't blame you, but I still said you were beautiful in your own skin and I wouldn't mind being closer to you, Amy
You smiled, we talked, and things got hot,
But then it stopped and suddenly I got
There was someone else in your life
And you were second-guessing him

I could think about the ways to touch you now that will leave you tingling for days and glad you met that stranger on a Saturday night
But I'd rather not think much at all and get right to what we both want and desire in this moment as one
No one ever has to know, what's done with us is between us
You don't have to be ashamed, just close your eyes and let go

I don't need to know where you came from or what you been through if you don't to talk about it now, I will never make you
And if you don't want this to go beyond tonight I can understand, but just one night won't kill either of us
We can drown ourselves in passion
No one's watching anyhow
What they don't know will never matter to them


I can be your death of passion
I can be your one night stand
I can be your momentary
I can hold you just this once
Track Name: When Words Are Never Enough
Oh, pretty baby, please distract me
from my current train of thought
I've spent the last 27 minutes
Just figuring out how to start
a conversation with you and me
and everything I ought to say
I'd rehearse in front of a mirror
but that might make me vain

Oh, I don't know
I never know what to say
No, I don't know
I never know what to say

Oh, pretty baby, this ain't a power ballad
put your lighter away
And I ain't Jeffery Dahmer
So shove your can of Mase
I'm not looking for a handout
I'm just looking for some love
I rehearsed these words to myself
and it made me insane

Oh, I don't know
I never know what to say
No, I don't know
I never know what to say

I took a few days to write you
Because I wanted to be sure
Of everything I was going to say
Before I ever wrote it down
Half of this will be a song
You never know is about you
The other half will be a song
About someone else

Oh, I don't know
I never know what to say
No, I don't know
I never know what to say

There's a billion girls in this world
And every one is a song
Some are written in heartbreak
And some of them, out of love
I'm not sure which one you will be
But I'd like to find out
That's the best line I could come up with
Do you think it's good enough?

Oh, I don't know
I never know what to say
No, I don't know
I never know what to say
Track Name: Just Friends
I hate every day
I hate every day I'm here with out you
And thinking
What it'd be like if only you loved me

But you will never love me
I am just your friend
Whatever the hell that means
Whatever that's supposed to be
I just hate this so much that I could scream

And I hate every song
I hate every song that makes me think of you
Including this one, and I wrote it
You'll never sing my songs
You're not that big a fan

But you will humor these few words
At least for a moment
Before you go back to your iPod's Doors playlist
And I'm not sure what the hell you see in Jim
He's not your type

And I hate all your boyfriends
I hate all your boyfriends with extreme prejudice
I don't need to fucking know them
They're not me
Never will be
And they're not good enough for you

I hate every day
I hate every day I'm here with out you
And thinking
What it'd be like if only you loved me

I hate being your friend