The Residents - 05-The New Machine (1981-Mark of the Mole) | Текст песни

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Today I have declared myself to be a subject of the will of the people

Too long have my studies and research been for my own pleasures and distractions

Civilization needs the minds of its people

My first project will be the freeing of our underground workers

There is no reason why technology cannot be called on to meet this challenge

A machine, a great machine, I see it now

Creatures, seek your dignity

Scrap metal and I shall fight, and you shall be the winner

They lie about all through the day

Thinking that they should be paid

For all 'em knowing how to breed

Producing more for us to have to pay for their food, too

They'll steal our daughters for their brides

Expecting more than life provides

A huge ungrateful straw stampede

Failure oh, my beautiful machine, my poor, poor beautiful machine

What have I done wrong?

Where have I failed you?

But give up?

Never!

Not as long as there are souls imprisoned inthe dark life

Not as long as a whisper of life clings to my body

There will be freedom in the holes

All will hail the new machine

Yes, Yes, I think I've got it now

There, the spark leaps to live

The Golden Age quivers on the brink of creation

Live, my machine

Live my savior

You have my breath

You have my dream

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