We just recorded a rap song that hits harder than Mike Jones. it is seriously all rap, crunk rap. so listen to it, download it, send it to radio stations, etc...

GroRoboPop

Insurance
You were right when you said the sky was falling
(the sky fell down)
In the end I could only hear you calling
(this was never perfect)

This was meant all the time...

This is only a test, to see if I can react
I can only agree, their was no contract
Those eyes...are perjurous or simply alive

If this was a fuse, it surely looked prone to misuse
I never wanted what I couldn't choose
You gave me no warning at all

So let this time expand until we see the light
You...You never..You never let me know
This time will guide us home tonight
Goodbye. We love you. We'll make it out this time...

Goodbye
This saccharine ash should have never tasted so good
You mistook what I misunderstoond
I believe that our time has served us well
Goodbye
We weave and bob, trying to get out of the light
We shred our corneas, digging for new eyesight
Six weeks with wings, isn't it time to fly?
Goodbye
The clock is racing, our contact we can almost hear
we've seen enough, nothing left to destroy here
The sun is ours to take if we dare, but I could never say that I truly cared

We'll make it back this time
A heavy conscience, a drowning tide,
I don't think that I'll make it back this time
A heavy conscience, a drowing pride,
I don't think that i'll make it back this time
(We'll make it back this time)

There will be a master plan
minted limbs on every man

The Summoner
Strike the balance, minimize the cost
We are dead if the numbers don't explode
Cauterize, eliminate the loss
The walls are shaking with the sound of silence
Penance is the cost we face, but our peace will cost us everything
This battle will die tonight

Put on your armor and unsheath your sword
We must join arms now, we must join arms
This is a battlefield whether you're hiding or choosing to fight
We must join arms now, we must join arms!

Words fall into our backs like mortars
It's important that we avoid speaking in red
The ground reverbs with a thousand heartbeats
These are the sounds of war

We can come up with a peace to hold us
if we turn our back, we'll turn to ash
The walls are shaking with the sound of silence
These are the sounds of war

Bombs falling,
Shelter becomes a grave
as the air explodes,
GOD WE NEED OUT!

These are the sounds of war

Quick breaths,
Brows moistened with sweat
Footsteps running to their demise
Can you see the despair in their eyes?

These are the sounds of war

Sing to me your Saddest Verse
We reached for the stars, but got handfuls of dust
we'd keep dancing, but only if we must
my legs have grown tired, my soul so weary
the sky is dark and the night so dreary
We could not prepare for these events
how sickening the smell of the king's incense
Crept up our noses, those left not pushing up roses

So sing to me your saddest verse,
the one that leaves me quaking...
Sing to me your saddest verse,
shake the ground, mistaking it for something real, for something true

We fled from our kingdoms
We fled from our homes
The violent were searching with fine-toothed combs
We're in this together, our own race at stake
The distance we travel makes up our mistakes
We trust not our senses, our naivete shattered
We trudge through the night, bleeding and battered
We reached for the stars but got handfuls of dust
And we'd keep dancing but only if we must

Sing to me your saddest verse
The one that keeps me living
The one that reminds us of dying
I'm no longer relying on myself, but in You.

Christmas
Never warned about this pain,
Its something you can't explain
this mental suffering
I question everything

My king sits atop his throne
its nothing
its nothing he doesn't know

I found a timebomb with a telephone cord
(you said)
This doorway is the only way out
I found a timebomb with a telephone cord
(This would)
You told me, this would never happen

Respitory machines keep us from eternity
Denial is where we live
I'm ready to leave

My king sits atop his throne
its nothing
its nothing he doesn't know

Death will end as soon as I am gone
(Our lives are fading, they go on and on and on)
I can hardly wait

Carved stone sits in front of me
(If we could get this far)
It's nothing I want to see
(I thought we'd make it through)
I try to stop my mind
(I wish you would've told me)
This emptiness consumes
(what was always true)

God sits high up as my king
(If we could get this far)
He's close enough to see
(I thought we'd make it through)
He reaches out to me
(I wish you would've told me)
I can't escape him
(I can't escape him)

Draped Across the Atmosphere
You could take it back,
The lovers understand
Things were never quite as easy,
As a one-stare stand
There's a place in between that no one knows
I will meet you there, after all its where everyone goes

The sky fell down on your last night here.
"This was never perfect"
You were never so clear.
And now you rely on your candle-waxen wings
Tripping on the sky, leaving me to forgive these stings

This is the end of but you've already taken me too far
Just about to grab your hand, but your grip quickly came apart
The life you live is yours, and not so much mine
When will we both reach out and grab our steady, gorgeous decline?

Take your makeup off, let down your hair
The air was never scarce, the machines were being repaired
No reasoning here, the sticks were breaking your words
The hiding place is broken, they have found you there.
Your vision checked, its 20.20.
So far so good
The past was meant to be lived, not to be understood
When the vacancy is filled in your wayward stare,
I will meet you again draped across the atmosphere.

The sky fell down on your last night here
"This was never perfect"
You were never so clear
And now you rely on your candle-waxen wings
Tripping on the sky, Leaving me to forgive these stings
You were never so clear

So...new songs this week?

we lie.

We have the songs around 97% done..we just need to fix a few vocal nuances and get some other editing done and we'll throw them up here. We are just too busy with school projects/stereotypical college spring breaks/dungeons and dragons to complete them. Once they are up you will know. Oh how you will know.

 

Theres a million reasons why this won't work and one reason why it might.

Who else loves Moneen?

So we are done recording our new songs with the exception of a few vocal parts. They sound way better than our earlier stuff as far as quality and I really like the new songs. I am sad now because I am graduating this semester and moving away. I am hoping people really get into these songs and maybe I can hang around for a while and play full-time but that is a long-shot (who knows?). Our new singer is doing great and he really adds a new sound to the band so come to some shows and see us and ask for a cd and if they are done I might give you one. I have developed a love for writing poetry, so I will close with something I wrote today:

3 a.m. wide awake staring out
digital glow shines from the reality screen
thinking, what am I doing here
and what is this object I fear

all these things unknown
all these things unknown
technology won't bring the answers I need
so I sit here alone

4 a.m. drifting out of my mind
screaming inside but the pain won't reside
inside my heart I'm told can make it
through fear in faith, I'm built to take it

all these things unknown
all these things unknown
technology won't bring the answers I need
so I sit here alone

5 a.m. sound asleep and fear arrives
will my faith carry me through this night
within my cells fights the battle of my life
I defeat the evil, but it just won't die

all these things unknown
all these things unknown
technology won't bring the answers I need
so I sit here alone

-Andrew

so heres the deal yalll

the GRP is alive even if it doesn't seem that way. after playing a string of some rock concerts, we are all at school now and classes eat our lives, but we are in the process of writing some new stuff that is pulling us many different directions musically. So for the next few weeks sit tight, and we will esxape to the secret GRP mountain retreat and try to get them recorded for you. Also, we are in the process of getting some live vids up in hurr for you to see us play even if you never have been to a show. so be sure to look out for that.

also check out the new email address...thegrowingrobotpopulation@hotmail.com. its sooooo sick that our parents finally let us have a hotmail address.

marcus

so andrew and i are sitting in my basement because marcus was going to IM us some new material he wrote. no signs of him yet. apparently his mom turned the computer off. oh well!!!

anyway, andrew drove up to KS to hang out with me and we've been skating and making music and watching the VENTURE BROS. on dvd. it is excellent. i sincerely wish that every single one of our myspace friends could be here with us, at my house. but what are you gonna do?

the end.

love, anthony and andrew

So I just finished work for this week, I worked over 50 hours.  I realized this week that I was not meant to have a normal job such as the one I have now.  I hate the summer, it gets in the way of making more music, but I have managed to write a song this week which hopefully the band might decide to play, although it seems a little darker than we would normally play.  I like how I am writing this as if it is on my own myspace.  Umm...the new songs are being posted so look for them, they are pretty cool, although I must say Draped Accross the Atmostphere is still my favorite.  I have taken the time to remix Draped and Christmas so they all sound consistent when played in order.  Please download our songs and give them away to everybody; and because we are not Metallica we won't get upset.  I hope those of you who read this have a great summer and Marcus, Anthony, and Jonathan, (tears) I look forward to playing again. 
Andrew - TGRP

    So, The Growing Robot Population is now one year old; it is crazy to think of all that has happened so far and what the future has in store.  Our school year is ending and we are all about to go home for a couple of months which really sucks, mainly because that means having jobs and not playing shows.  This summer will be one of practicing and working on my drumming.  I am sure we will have new songs ready to go when we return in August for our "mini-tour" I guess it's called.  If anybody knows any good venues that would let us play please message us and tell us about them, as long as they are in the Texas, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Kansas area, possibly a little further if the venue is worth it.  Today we begin to record two, yes two new songs.  I will hopefully have them mixed and posted soon.  One of them is called "Sing me your saddest verse" and the other is not titled yet.  The first is possibly the heaviest song we have ever played, while the other is pretty mellow.  I will miss playing this summer, but in a few months we'll be back and ready to play, and with a load of new songs.  Hope you all have a good summer, send a message anytime, even if it is as pointless as this blog I just wrote. 
Andrew - TGRP

Hey, this is Andrew (drummer).  People have asked what this song (Christmas) is about so I figured I would let you know.  Christmas day the phone rang and when my dad answered and began talking we knew something was wrong.  We then found out that my uncle Jim, aunt Cindy, and cousin Travis were in a bad car wreck.  Travis was alright, my aunt broke both of her wrists very badly, and my uncle had multiple injuries including a punctured lung.  They were all stabilized at this point.  On December 31 we got another call, my uncle had experienced a heart attack and was without oxygen for more than ten minutes.  He recovered but had gone brain-dead.  He has been in the hospital ever since with little hope of recovery.  My uncle is an athiest which makes this even worse.  All I could think about was what kind of Christian I had been to him; what did I ever do to show God to my uncle?  Sadly, I feel that I did very little.  This song is basically about how we don't worry about the right things until there is no more time left.  I know that God gives hope to all who choose Him.  I am not trying to deliver a sermon or anything, but I would love to talk to any of you that are interested in finding out more.  The end of the song is venting frustration and looking forward to the day when death will no longer exist.  I really hope you all like the song so drop us a comment or send us a message anytime about anything.  Enjoy.

hey..this is Marcus reporting directly from the Energy Capital of the World, yes, Gillette, Wyoming. I'm home for spring break because I don't have very much money and also my mom promised to make me a birthday cake. I do pretty much nothing here besides sleep til 11, play San Andreas with my buddy, and check myspace, so you should send us some sweet comments or something so that I can have something to read. I went skiing yesterday at world reknowned (hmm spelling? am I in college?) Terry Peak in South Dakota. I skiied with my old man and got bored after an hour of going down the same three runs that the mountain had to offer. However, once on the lift I decided to try to hit on of the towers with my ski, which ended up wrenching my ski off and forcing me to ski down the slope with one ski on. luckily it was a beginner slope so it only took around 30 minutes to get down. What does this have to do with the Growing Robot Population? hmmm.....

Anyway...we are going to play with our friends Wellington Skydive and other bands to be announced on April 7th. I'm thinking it should be a buckaroo cowboy show where you get free stuff if you dress like a cowboy or drive a monster truck to it. Then in April 21 we are playing with the hallowed Astoria Arms in Temple Texas. You should definitely check out both bands on our top eight as they are both neat. As Andrew said, we have some new songs to record for you all. They all three have a pretty distinct feel I guess, maybe we'll try to put them up all at once..boy would that be crazy. Ok anyway..this blog is getting out of control so I'm gonna go play some GTA...