Retold By Machines

by Jessi Robertson

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“Retold by Machines” is an unreleased song from Jessi Robertson’s 2014 album, “I Came from the War.” While that album focused on how the past shapes the present, this song explores the struggle to embrace flaws in a world that values plastic perfection.

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released September 30, 2016

Written by Jessi Robertson, Trash and Blossoms Music (BMI)

Produced by Omer Leibovitz
Recorded by Aaron Nevezie at The Bunker Studio, Brooklyn, NY
Mixed by Omer Leibovitz, assisted by Gary O'Keefe, at Bird Wire Studios, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Joe Lambert at JLM Sound, Jersey City, NJ

Jessi Robertson - Vocals, Guitar
Omer Leibovitz - Lead Guitar, Mini Moog, Backing Vocals
Alex Picca - Bass
Layton Weedeman - Drums
Aaron Nevezie - Mini Moog, Roland RS-09

℗ © 2016 Trash and Blossoms Music

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In 2011, Brooklyn singer/songwriter Jessi Robertson released a study in memory called "Small Town Girls." On her upcoming album, "I Came from the War," the focus shifts to history, and how the inner and outer conflicts of the past shape a person's present. ... more

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Track Name: Retold By Machines
I don't want to be fed to a machine.
Don't want the wrinkles ironed out,
don't want the smudges laundered clean.

I don't want to bow at someone's demand.
Don't want to be somebody's doll
dressed up and blinking on command.

I want my flaws to read like braille.
I want to be proud when I succeed,
and even prouder when I fail.
I'll be holy, I'll be obscene,
but I'll never be bottled and retold by machines.
I'll never be bottled and retold by machines.

I don't want to parcel out my heart.
Don't want to scan it or examine it
or sell it for spare parts.
I don't want to unpack pieces of my past.
Don't want to shine it up and whore it out
and make some money fast.

I want my flaws to read like braille.
I want to be proud when I succeed,
and even prouder when I fail.
I'll be holy, I'll be obscene,
but I'll never be bottled and retold by machines.
I'll never be bottled and retold by machines.

And this is why I'm not impressed with the things that you adore.
This is why my radio's in pieces on the floor.
I'll be holy, I'll be obscene,
but I'll never be bottled and retold by machines.

I'll never be bottled and retold by machines.
I'll never be bottled and retold by machines.