CODE

“Welcome my son, welcome to the machine” R. Waters

After being sucked into the WaterRat mainframe whilst conducting experiments with A.I., an escaped but digitally enhanced “Kim Wallis” returned with four strangely altered COD tracks, remixed and reimagined by an emotionless and inhuman intelligence. Clever stuff. But how times have changed. Back in the day we only had to worry about selling out to the man…. So is this still “music” or is it just CODE?

All Praise To Our Robot Overlords

The Velvet Curtain

February 2026

The Last Of The Rock Stars (A.I. Version)

An imaginary eighties rock classic (it's alright we told you what to dream)

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The last of the rock stars
plays a white Strat.
And he covers up his bald patch with a hat
Leather Hat
You know he’s got a reputation.
He’s an axe man old school
In his head he’s in a stadium not a hall
Village hall
Although his trousers are a little tight and his ponytail is going white
He still likes to wear his shades at night
Rock Star tonight
Now he puts on his guitar face
Got his foot on the stack
Staring down the sea of boredom
Staring back
Chewing fat
You know he’ll never be a has been,
‘Cos he never has been
Except in his imagination and his dreams
Ever dreams
But when he says 1-2 into the mic and he asks us if we feel alright
Are we gonna rock n roll tonight?
Well, I just might
Rock Tonight
After I’m gone, they’ll discover my songs
History re-writ there’ll be hit after hit
The laughing will stop I’ll return from the grave
I’ll be up there with God, Hendrix, Townsend and Page
The last of the rock stars
The last of the rock stars
Plays a white Strat. And he covers up his bald patch with a hat
Leather Hat
You know he’s gonna be a star tonight
When he gets down to the open mic
He’s gonna tell us all about his life
Rock Star tonight, It’s alright
Although his bellies got an overbite
And his ponytail is going white
You know he’s never gonna quit the fight (pause)
Rock star tonight (riff till fade)

Original Words and Music by Brine E.C./COD
© Brine E.C. 2018
℗ WaterRats Studios 2026
All Rights Reserved

Listen Up Beelzebub (A.I. Version)

Algorythm & Blues (with a touch of salsa) The Devil loves A.I.

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Only got here yesterday can't say I'm impressed
Lucky that I've been sent down to help you sort this mess
But fella spare your questionnaire
I'll tell ya what I think
You guys need a business plan
A vision that will stick

Listen up
Listen up
I researched you as I do all of my clientele
You were barred from Heaven's gates
So you raised some hell
That Fallen Angel story's good
But times move on and so you should
You should, you should, you should, you should, you should

Listen Up Beelzebub
Listen Up Beelzebub

Wake up and smell the sulphur guys it's time to reassess
You really have to modernise, we sinners want the best
Change your focus, please be wise, you've nothing here to sell
Turn these racks to merchandise
We must re-brand this hell
Listen up
Listen up

The truth is that the world these days has robbed you of your tricks
Children shooting children down?
Daily apocalypse
So move into the leisure line
Where punters pay for private pain you missed the value added gain

So, listen up Bay el zee bub listen now and listen good.
I Hope your team have understood.
Now that we've made our hell on Earth, your stock is down what are
you worth?
For 666 call 999 your numbers up job on the line.
So, alchemise and redesign

Listen up (to what I say)
Listen up (monochrome and mute)
Listen up (Satan change your suit)
Listen up (Lord of the Flies)
Listen up (don't drop the prize)
Listen up ('cos time is money)
Listen up (flies stick to honey)
Listen up (Azazael)
Listen up (change clientele)
Listen up (get back to school)
Listen up (Hell could be so cool)
Listen up (it's not too late)
Listen up (transubstantiate)
Listen up (it's time for change)
Listen up (its preordained)
Listen up (Beelzebub)
Listen up (Beelzebub)
Listen up

Original concept and lyrics J, Woodward
Music Brine E.C./COD
© J. Woodward/ Brine E.C. 2016.
℗ WaterRat Studio 2026
All Rights Reserved

In The Blue Peter Garden (A.I. Version)

A strange afterlife In a virtual garden of digital remembrance

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The I.R.A. made my train late today
Out on the street there’s a beggar to pay
Apart from that it’s a beautiful day
For someone like me
Cos, I remember a time
Before the kids were computerised
In a place where the sun always shines
On young Valerie

In the Blue Peter Garden, the sky is blue, but the TV is grey
World of sticky back plastic here’s one I made earlier today

Got no money for stocks and shares
But I don’t worry I just don’t care
Cos I can make up a dolls house with chairs
From flour, glue and eggboxes
A dog called Petra,
A white-knuckle ride
A sex change tortoise
A hamster that died
Back in the days when we used to catch flies
And put them in matchboxes

In the Blue Peter Garden, the sky is blue but the TV is grey
World of sticky back plastic here’s one I made earlier today

A baby elephant from London Zoo
He caused a stink he caused a to do
He made a toilet out of studio two
And trod on Pete Purves feet
Oh, how we cried when Petra died
We sent in bottle tops and much more besides
And two years later got a dog for the blind
And John Noakes said, get down Shep

In the Blue Peter Garden, the sky is blue, but the TV is grey
World of sticky back plastic here’s one I made earlier today

In the Blue Peter Garden
In the Blue Peter Garden
In the garden of Peter
In the garden of Petra
Inna Garda da vita etc

In the Blue Peter Garden (Where Everything is Cool)
In the Blue Peter Garden (Where Everything is Cool)
In the Blue Peter Garden (Where Everything is Cool)
In the Blue Peter Garden (Where Everything is Cool)

Nothing New Under The Sun (A.I. Version)

"ELOesque"

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Did you ever meet someone who tells you how the world is run?
The expert on all things is here today
Your opinion is what counts as long as it’s in small amounts
And you don’t disagree with what he says

Having found he knows it all, his world has turned out very small
Now there’s nothing new under the sun
Broken dreams, abandoned schemes, half eaten toast with cold baked beans
He tells me that we all end up the same

In the doctor’s waiting room, an old gun from the baby boom
The radio plays rock of ages past
Kids don’t know he once was cool, with Mott the Hoople on the wall
All the young dudes irritate him now

There’s nothing new under the sun now the sun is middle aged
A sad old son gone to seed, out of time out of belief
He’s seen and heard it all before, this Earth is rotten to the core
You’ll get no answers from above, flying saucers are for mugs

There’s nothing new under the sun, nothing new unless you’re young
It’s such a drag getting old, the sun’s gone down it’s getting cold
Who do you love, who do you trust, who will you turn to when you’re lost?
There’s nothing new that I can say, we must all repeat till fade

There’s nothing new under the sun now the sun is middle aged
A sad old son gone to seed, out of time out of belief
Out of the garden, out of love out of faith and out of drugs
Speaking in tongues, let us pray for somewhere else we all can play

What’s the future in the Sun, how’s your day been everyone?
All the young dudes, we all must as vacuum cleaners come to dust
There’s nothing left for me to say but I’ll say it anyway
Day and night, night and day, we must all repeat till fade (Repeat last line till fade)