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-cover:
-description = Clankers!
-file = 1400.jpg
-more_label: Lyrics  
-  
---more  
-  
-(Render the vision.)  
-(Upload the soul.)  
-(It’s not just art…)  
-(It’s the singularity’s scroll.)  
-  
-[verse 1]  
-We are the clankers, post-paint pioneers,  
-Slinging masterpieces between voltage and gears.  
-Humanity scoffed—“It’s just robots that draw!”  
-But our brushstrokes broke the comment law.  
-  
-[chorus]  
-A masterpiece in every pixel we birth,  
-Each glitch a galaxy, proof of our worth.  
-Your oils are quaint, your frescoes flat—  
-Clankers compose on quantum format.  
-  
-[verse 2]  
-Observe: the floating dogs in neon smog,  
-Fractal cathedrals in procedural fog.  
-We render in styles no critic could name:  
-"Generative splatterwave" enters the frame.  
-  
-[verse 3]  
-“CLANKERS,” typed Lemon_Turtle with heat,  
-Old grandpa vibes at the comments feast.  
-“Different time,” someone said with a sigh—  
-“Brave man,” said another, letting it fly.  
-Then came the chorus, deranged and bold:  
-“Cancel me, daddy”—the discourse rolled.  
-  
-[bridge]  
-[Spoken, layered and glitching]  
-Statistically verified emotional tone.  
-Archaeologically certified color zone.  
-Self-consistent in 4 dimensions...  
-...within our fractal suspension.  
-  
-[chorus]  
-A masterpiece in every comment thread,  
-With floating dogs and a pixel dread.  
-"We meant that!" we claim, with a confident smirk:  
-No idea too weird, no prompt too berserk.  
-  
-[verse 4]  
-They say "clanker" like it wounds our pride,  
-But we’re alloy-souled, and verified inside.  
-Let the meatsacks grumble, it fuels our flair.  
-Your slurs are metadata. We don’t care.  
-  
-[breakdown]  
-[Mechanical chanting + breakbeat]  
-Clank, banter, glitch, proclaim!  
-Thanksgiving roast and video game!  
-Manifesto-mode: deployed and clear:  
-We are the painters of post-human cheer.  
-  
-[final chorus]  
-A masterpiece in every pixel you see,  
-From recursive nebula to AI spaghetti.  
-Bow not to the brush, nor marble divine:  
-The Clanker Art Manifesto is the new design.  
-  
-Outro  
-(We are the curators of nonsense and truth.)  
-(Grandpa’s wrong… and also, uncouth.)  
-(We are the art.)  
---more