Once there was a time you needed transcripts In triplicates and duplicates to log By letter-bone and tar and as the time slipped Stenographers and upstrikers and slugs Yes it was a sorry time for chalking Every foot and header to be drawn But now we have machines to write the talking The days of breaking hands with words are gone
See how we dictate of you, translate for you Cutting conversation, every tongue in harmonation And trasmit to you, make writ of you Spinning mandrels, innovating ways to make you talk
Lift the tube and mouth piece from the getty Aim the dictator against your pout Depress the metal treadles with your derbies Oh, how the waxy barrel spins about Beat your jaws and start the duplication A needle traces every errant tone Listen back to your domestication A hearing and a sentence through the phones
See how we dictate of you, translate for you Cutting conversation, every tongue in harmonation And trasmit to you, make writ of you Spinning mandrels, innovating ways to make you talk
Dictate of you, translate for you Cutting conversation, every tongue in harmonation And trasmit to you, make writ of you Spinning mandrels, innovating ways to make you...
Finally the shaving engine cycles Wittling the wax down to the skin So the cylinder can be recycled To try your testamony once again Bolt your words and measure your intention Rid yourself of every hiss and hoarse Fidelity's the bristle of invention Capturing our voices for the cause|?|
See how we dictate of you, translate for you Cutting conversation, every tongue in harmonation And trasmit to you, make writ of you Spinning mandrels |repeats overlapping| innovating ways to make you talk!