Children of the CPU

Look at the cover. Look at the band name. WYSIWYG (a little tech nerd reference of my own there). Warm, synthy pop with sweet, disposable lyrics. Perfect for an analog road trip with your windows down.


www.childrenofthecpu.com

10 Replies to “Children of the CPU”

  1. well i am definately not a child of the cpu – has anybody else had problems logging on to the site. i geta little loader page that just tells me to wait while it goes around in circles for hours…

  2. Sorry to anyone who is having a hard time finding our website. we have upgraded our service to increase our download quota and it's taking some time on our host's end.
    sorry.
    veronica (& cam)
    Children of the CPU

  3. Hi veronica, is there any chance you could post the lyrics up on the website? There are a few bits of "firefly" I can't figure out:
    did you see the moon tonight
    did you know it's made of dust
    did you hear they found another way
    to ruin your day
    did you see the stars tonight
    did you know they're made of tears
    did you hear they found a perfect way
    to take away your everything
    you could ??
    and sneak into a movie with me
    we'll share some tears and a flask full of wine
    later we can cruise the scene like skaters on longboards?
    and then head to the creek and catch a jar of fireflies
    did you lose another fight
    did you try to walk away
    did they try to tell you what to think
    and what to feel, and what to say
    did you walk alone tonight
    did you get lost along the way
    did you cry yourself to sleep
    did you wish you could just fade away
    you should ??
    and sneak into a movie with me
    we'll share some laughs and a flask full of wine
    later we can cruise the scene like hipsters on scooters
    and then head to the lake and catch a jar of fireflies
    did you catch my drift tonight
    did you see it in your dreams
    peace in the break of the night
    and true love in our memories
    the trees are whizzing by
    i ?? on my feet
    with the crickets lullaby
    was the last time i felt safe and free

    1. …like skaters on longboards

      You could/should phone in sick and sneak into a movie with me

      A warm breeze on my feet…

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