Lyrics:
tools
What would you do?
X-machine
A room a cube
Laid before me
Is a murderer's tools
I see you standing there
With your cannibal's eyes
remains.
A free spirit again - unwanted.
A machine, Newtopias heart
The future curse
The machine, A cyborg tool
Mens power is gone
A machine
I Think of You
Bella Hardy. Written for the Doncaster 1914-1918 project ‘War & Peace’ with Findlay Napier and Greg Russell, 2019. There’s a beautiful
of history with renewed inflection
View the lost agenda with a skeptic's intention
Machine of life, oh, can we make it run?
We have the tools, but only
have a sandwich and remember
Then it's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
Now my
can have a sandwich and remember.
Then it's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning,
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my
We used our hands
We used our hands to make tools
We used the tools
We used the tools to make machines
The machines rendered us useless
If machines
come from fingers
If machines become our hands
And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars
And then the rigs begin
can have a sandwich and remember.
Then it's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning,
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my
If I could only get the tools, the stimuli and
Molecules, frozen moments in time
I could be the archetype, a credit to the
Genotype, reprogram
of money money
Another corporate being
You're a tool a power hungry fool you're
Nothing but a but a money, money-money making machine
A machine
A money
Unplug the mainframe and rip out the wires
No one is safe here where systems conspire
Remove all software
All tools too
Destroy the mechanisms before
and decay,
Real mean, that bullet machine.
See here Kuiama, now ten thousand miles,
Is a long way and you´re here today,
And you won´t go back so you
I saw you on the timberline walkin' with your tools (timberline, timberline)
I know you seen the signs, know you know the rules (timberline,
on to wrangler school
With a slingshot and a saddlebag of hand-me-down tools
Doesn't want to look like a fool
Pass the jail without tears
Time machines
And the machine can bring me love and if I want, all-out war
The tool to end all frustration
It's digital, it's divine
Put your faith in machines that
Celine, Celine baby, I got the rings on me like Pippen
Machine machine baby, I'm in that foreign machine baby
I put the sting, then ran Decatur
I put
and champagne
We’re part of machine
But a single tool
Feeding all the system
Pride, honor and glory
Sad richness.
Turn on the machine
Just having fun
March
altruistic I don't do this for you,
I'd rather padel my own canoe.
This is not a tool, or a simple device.
No, this is the Machine 15, to be precise.
Now,
If machines become our hands
And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars
And then the rigs begin to drill
Until
from fingers
If machines become our hands
And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars
And then the rigs begin to drill
Check the machine
"Adam this is Coffee"
Brace myself
Trace myself
Pace myself
Lace myself
Check the mirror
Start to melt
Jump back
Kiss myself
Another
i have the house
wow
tools
And a impulse
i ride This machines
You know...
My last name
so expensive ..
i invest on it.
all days
hiting
yes This
and remember.
And it's me and my machine
For the rest of the mornin',
For the rest of the afternoon,
For the rest of my life.
Now my mind begins to wander
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