My Machine
from Sleeping With Fractals by Ontofield
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lyrics
It was one of those days, the whole world looked grey, I fell to my knees determined to pray.
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
I’ve got a microscope and a pocketful of stars to wish upon. I’ve got Solomon’s Key,
The Dead Sea Scrolls, Israel Regardie’s Tree. I’ve got a large Hadron Collider,
a hologram sitting in a Petrie dish. I’ve got Hawkins and Dawkins telling me to set myself free.
Ooh lay me down, Ooh lay me down, but don’t lay me out.
All of a sudden, this is ‘My Machine’ and every five years I get to give it a clean, with a dirty old rag,
that’s covered in blood, and the rest of the time it grinds me into the mud. Here is what to think
and these are the sides you should take. Here is who you should no longer like and this is how to hate.
I’ve got a slot in the door, where the world gets in, after the postman has been. I’ve got the Vatican
Acolytes telling me to keep myself clean.
Ooh lay me down, Ooh lay me down, but don’t lay me out.
A change in perspective, I’m not alone in here; with a turn of my head I can abandon the fear.
Zig zag meandering; grateful for falling through the Looking Glass. Peering, free from the binding
degrees. Souled up and wandering, staring through the night at their industry. Steering, free from
branded and illuminate creed. I’ve got the Owl and a Ziggurat telling me to keep myself "real".
Ooh lay me down, Ooh lay me down, but don’t lay me out.
The figures flew out of the geometry. The polemic embargo on reality. This system feels,.... it’s Alive.
A conjuration, a hologram, an ocean in a vessel, the mark of man. You’re not meant to find it unless
you look. Unless you look. Feed my soul, just tell. Feed my soul, just tell.
An obfuscation, the endless search, the symbols gather dust in an empty church. But this system feels,...so alive.
Broken infant with fracture signs, the roar of life and the river climbs. The intention rules here, I’m aware.
Feed my soul, just tell. Feed my soul, just tell.
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
I’ve got a microscope and a pocketful of stars to wish upon. I’ve got Solomon’s Key,
The Dead Sea Scrolls, Israel Regardie’s Tree. I’ve got a large Hadron Collider,
a hologram sitting in a Petrie dish. I’ve got Hawkins and Dawkins telling me to set myself free.
Ooh lay me down, Ooh lay me down, but don’t lay me out.
All of a sudden, this is ‘My Machine’ and every five years I get to give it a clean, with a dirty old rag,
that’s covered in blood, and the rest of the time it grinds me into the mud. Here is what to think
and these are the sides you should take. Here is who you should no longer like and this is how to hate.
I’ve got a slot in the door, where the world gets in, after the postman has been. I’ve got the Vatican
Acolytes telling me to keep myself clean.
Ooh lay me down, Ooh lay me down, but don’t lay me out.
A change in perspective, I’m not alone in here; with a turn of my head I can abandon the fear.
Zig zag meandering; grateful for falling through the Looking Glass. Peering, free from the binding
degrees. Souled up and wandering, staring through the night at their industry. Steering, free from
branded and illuminate creed. I’ve got the Owl and a Ziggurat telling me to keep myself "real".
Ooh lay me down, Ooh lay me down, but don’t lay me out.
The figures flew out of the geometry. The polemic embargo on reality. This system feels,.... it’s Alive.
A conjuration, a hologram, an ocean in a vessel, the mark of man. You’re not meant to find it unless
you look. Unless you look. Feed my soul, just tell. Feed my soul, just tell.
An obfuscation, the endless search, the symbols gather dust in an empty church. But this system feels,...so alive.
Broken infant with fracture signs, the roar of life and the river climbs. The intention rules here, I’m aware.
Feed my soul, just tell. Feed my soul, just tell.
credits
from Sleeping With Fractals,
released May 26, 2013
All Instruments: John Graham
All Instruments: John Graham
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May 2013
