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| my machine loves me keeps me warm at night my machine soothes me we never fight my machine loves me for it I'll scream and die my machine loves me it'll never ask why it'll take me up, and it'll make me perfect it'll fix me up, and it'll make me worth it because I am nothing I am nothing without my machine complete |
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| The rhythm guitar part was inspired by a friend's methods for creating songs. The lead came out of Conor from someplace we didn't know existed. Both guitars are heavily effect laden. There is no bass line, something we will eventually rectify (either by looping prior to live performances, or by addition of another string player). Blake's Drumming is augmented by a loop of printer noises made by our studio guy. He is probably the coolest guy we'll ever record with, and we hope that we can continue to record with him. | So, these lyrics were probably the product of working in a coffee shop. Tony saw a lot of people who basically lived to one up everyone. Most were into material possessions, and those were what sort of kept them going, their Tvs, dvds, 3000 girations a minute personal massagers, etc. They all worked their asses off for these things that never really improved their souls. Yeah, go material possessions, go! | ||||||||