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Machine
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Style: Industrial.
Year: 2001. Playtime: 23:58 |
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Machine Machine (Vny Nation Remix) Machine (Element/Tarsis Remix) Radio (Kallisti Remix) Reverie (Current@Hill Mix) Image (Version Tranqaise) |
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LYRICA: |
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Machine lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi music by Theatre of Tragedy Look up here Look down there I am the new man I'm tangled in wires Chipset adept Memory load Keep your vogue code that all have Tomorrow’s world we've all seen Keep your modern ways And keep your bugs The Metal Man is here to stay Talk talk You say I only work, all night and day Talk talk Do say 'Use me, I’m cheap to rent' Computerised Voice synthesised Call me the mech man In a world of machines What can I do but to serve Store the data and calculate Speak and spell and operate Engineer the rail and motorway Automaton of yesterday Talk talk You say I only work, all night and day Talk talk Do say 'Use me, I’m cheap to rent' Radio lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi music by Theatre of Tragedy Electric broadcast The new transmission waves Turn the dial Transistor radio The deadpan voice I want to hear Recieve the news Recieve the tunes We’ve tuned in to the ether melody It’s bright and clear and full of energy Music won’t stop Electro pop Commercial workshop I want your time, I need your time to make a rhyme On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me Antennae beaming sound, news and speech Marconi’s words ‘Let it be so’ Apparatus signal it out Information Communication We’re in the building of the wireless voice Static morse Radar, television The interference Incoherence Scrambled signals I want your waves Spectral sound Tune in, tune out On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me Radio for you and me The airwaves are fully free Radio for you and me Oscillating energy On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me Reverie lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi music by Theatre of Tragedy Car-crash and an elevator Make you someone else Never try yourself Restore you Tick-tock clock and teddy boys Bop ‘till you're fagged out Open windows shout She wore me, she wore you Walk these streets She's concrete Reverie All is free Knick-knack, flashy bric-a-brac Seesaw heartbeat, she is back Windscreen eyes are black and blue She saw you The Fleet Street scooter-boys are due They want to see you You're vogue and hip and on a rendezvous Adore you Walk these streets She's concrete Reverie All is free Image lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi music by Theatre of Tragedy You act a pansy, pushover Do live your fancy, go lower Who is that, something says your name You seem chancy, moreover The call is mine I’m gonna get you up I’m gonna get on top The call is mine On the skew, you're dancing all over You are the anti-fashion statement In a blue suit, orange pullover You look like my old dog Rover I’m gonna get you up I’m gonna get on top The call is mine |
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