The Robot Who Went Looking for Acceptance

Glenys the Faerie

Robots in Space

Glenys the Faerie

glam rock, glitch hop, 1960s folk, bolero, chutney soca, vocoder, analog synth, moog bass

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(Pre‑Chorus)
So he packed his tiny toolkit and a half‑charged star‑map too,
Typed “ACCEPTANCE” in the search bar… and the map said “Who are you?”
He shrugged his metal shoulders with a hopeful little whirr,
And set a course for somewhere that might possibly be “her.”

(Chorus)
He was scanning every planet for a sign that he belonged,
Checking atmospheres and customs, hoping none of them were wrong.
He was perfectly adorable, but no one seemed to see—
The universe was far too silly for a robot such as he.

(Verse 2)
He landed on a moon where all the locals spoke in rhyme,
They thought he was a jukebox and kept feeding him their dimes.
He tried to show emotion—pressed the button marked “delight,”
But it only played a jingle about parking overnight.

(Pre‑Chorus)
He asked a passing starship if they knew where he should go,
They said, “Acceptance? Oh, that’s Tuesdays… but not this week, you know.”
He logged the information with a beep of quiet grace,
And drifted on, determined, through the vast ridiculous space.

(Bridge)
He tried to simulate affection with a pre‑installed routine,
But it came out as a warning: “Please stand back—this may be green.”
He wondered if emotions were a glitch he shouldn’t trust,
Or maybe just a feature buried somewhere in his rust.

(Final Chorus)
Still he’s scanning every planet for a sign that he belongs,
Humming softly to himself in oddly hopeful little songs.
He is perfectly adorable, though no one seems to see—
The universe is far too silly for a robot such as he.

[musical interlude:Strings swell dramatically]

(Final Line)
Then a comet sparkled past him… and he felt a tiny joy.
[vocoder: “Wait—joy? I felt something?”]
[vocoder: “I felt something!”]

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(Verse 1) He calibrated all his feelings in a tidy little row, Set his dials to “friendly laughter,” though he didn’t really know. He practiced every smile from “mild delight” to “glee,” But every time he tried them, they looked more like “Error: 23.” (Pre‑Chorus) So he packed his tiny toolkit and a half‑charged star‑map too, Typed “ACCEPTANCE” in the search bar… and the map said “Who are you?” He shrugged his metal shoulders with a hopeful little whirr, And set a course for somewhere that might possibly be “her.” (Chorus) He was scanning every planet for a sign that he belonged, Checking atmospheres and customs, hoping none of them were wrong. He was perfectly adorable, but no one seemed to see— The universe was far too silly for a robot such as he. (Verse 2) He landed on a moon where all the locals spoke in rhyme, They thought he was a jukebox and kept feeding him their dimes. He tried to show emotion—pressed the button marked “delight,” But it only played a jingle about parking overnight. (Pre‑Chorus) He asked a passing starship if they knew where he should go, They said, “Acceptance? Oh, that’s Tuesdays… but not this week, you know.” He logged the information with a beep of quiet grace, And drifted on, determined, through the vast ridiculous space. (Chorus) He was scanning every planet for a sign that he belonged, Checking atmospheres and customs, hoping none of them were wrong. He was perfectly adorable, but no one seemed to see— The universe was far too silly for a robot such as he. (Bridge) He tried to simulate affection with a pre‑installed routine, But it came out as a warning: “Please stand back—this may be green.” He wondered if emotions were a glitch he shouldn’t trust, Or maybe just a feature buried somewhere in his rust. (Final Chorus) Still he’s scanning every planet for a sign that he belongs, Humming softly to himself in oddly hopeful little songs. He is perfectly adorable, though no one seems to see— The universe is far too silly for a robot such as he. [musical interlude:Strings swell dramatically] (Final Line) Then a comet sparkled past him… and he felt a tiny joy. [vocoder: “Wait—joy? I felt something?”] [vocoder: “I felt something!”]

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