Rumor has it that God dictated the lyrics of I Am a Bird Now to Antony and the Johnsons. Since we robots don't believe in God, I have to believe it's Antony and the Johnsons who is responsible for the weak lyrics. The fervent beauty of I Am a Bird Now leaves the listener blissfully happy. Robots don't dream. Instead, they listen to pop. I Am a Bird Now in particular. Even though the cover is hideous, the CD is superb.
