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Oh, Team Machine!
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
We watch crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat
And stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
Oh, Team Machine!
Every single piano I've ever met in my life
Never sounded as good as melted Casio keys
Burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
Oh, that Laser Rain kept me up all night again
Scratching at the window like a bright colored beast,
Cursing at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
Shake your hands
(Like they're full of feathers!)
Shake your wings
(Like they're laced with sound!)
Shake your skin
(Like a scrambled TV!)
Gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.
I think my night unplugged its life.
Digital sunrise! Digital sunset!
Oh, Team Machine!
The world's got no end and it's got no beginning.
Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines,
Looking over cliffs of eternity.
Shake your hands
(Like they're full of disaster!)
Shake your wings
(Like they're painted with tar!)
Shake your skin
(Like it's sewn with insects!)
Gnash your teeth like an exploding car.
And if your night unplugs its life
Blame it on the Laser Rain.
And if your life unplugs its eyes
Blame it on the Laser Rain.
Laser Life!
Laser Life!
Laser Life!
Laser Life!
Because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold
To a day that's never dawning.
And you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twelve times;
Now it's buried in a digital coffin.
So you climb out to your windowsill
As the drum machines laugh to themselves.
And if your night unplugs its life
Blame it on the Laser Rain.
And if your life unplugs its eyes
Blame it on the Laser Rain.
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
We watch crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat
And stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
Oh, Team Machine!
Every single piano I've ever met in my life
Never sounded as good as melted Casio keys
Burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
Oh, that Laser Rain kept me up all night again
Scratching at the window like a bright colored beast,
Cursing at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
Shake your hands
(Like they're full of feathers!)
Shake your wings
(Like they're laced with sound!)
Shake your skin
(Like a scrambled TV!)
Gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.
I think my night unplugged its life.
Digital sunrise! Digital sunset!
Oh, Team Machine!
The world's got no end and it's got no beginning.
Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines,
Looking over cliffs of eternity.
Shake your hands
(Like they're full of disaster!)
Shake your wings
(Like they're painted with tar!)
Shake your skin
(Like it's sewn with insects!)
Gnash your teeth like an exploding car.
And if your night unplugs its life
Blame it on the Laser Rain.
And if your life unplugs its eyes
Blame it on the Laser Rain.
Laser Life!
Laser Life!
Laser Life!
Laser Life!
Because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold
To a day that's never dawning.
And you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twelve times;
Now it's buried in a digital coffin.
So you climb out to your windowsill
As the drum machines laugh to themselves.
And if your night unplugs its life
Blame it on the Laser Rain.
And if your life unplugs its eyes
Blame it on the Laser Rain.
Lyrics submitted by simelion
Track duration: 02:45
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good day to you all :)
This song, kinda like My First Kiss... is a scenario set up in a world different from ours. Think of a robot living in an all-robot world. He thinks of organic life, including humans, and it's nightmarish to him. From there, this song "I'm a pound of flesh in drum machine's dream" is a human being satirical of the robot world, depicting himself as an evil creature.
It's cute, it's clever, it's awkward; it's catchy. It's not meant to be a huge deal or a world statement. It's just fun: thats what the Blood Brothers are.
over all its how we exploit the planet and destroy it
this band is insane.
=]
Hah
and though that's not true, I wish it were.
Scratching at the window like a bright colored beast,
Cursing at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
Brilliant. xD
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
We watched crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat and stuffed our mouths with gutted stereos.
Oh, Team Machine!
Every single piano i've ever met in my life
never sounded as good as melted Casio keys
burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
Oh, that Laser Rain kept me up all night again
scratching at the window like a bright colored beast
howling at the door like an adulterous priest.
shake your hands like they're full of feathers.
shake your wings like they're laced with sound.
shake your skin like a scrambled tv.
gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.
and if your night unplugs its life.
Digital sunrise. Digital sunset.
Digital sunrise.
Oh, Team Machine!
The world's got no end and got no beginning.
Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines, looking over cliffs of eternity.
shake your hands like they're full of disaster.
shake your wings like they're painted with tar.
shake your skin like it's sewn with insects.
gnash your teeth like an exploding car.
and if your night unplugs its life
blame it on the laser rain.
and if your life unplugs its eyes
blame it on the laser rain.
laser rain
laser rain
laser rain
laser rain
you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning.
and you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twleve times;
now it's buried in a digital coffin.
So you climb out to your windowsill
as the drum machines laugh to themselves.
and if your night unplugs its life
blame it on the laser rain
and if your life unplugs its eyes
just blame it on the laser rain
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
We watched crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
Oh, Team Machine!
Every single piano i've ever met in my life
never sounded as good as melted Casio keys
burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
Oh, that Laser Rain kept me up all night again
scratching at the window like a bright colored beast
howling at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
shake your hands like they're full of feathers.
shake your wings like they're laced with sound.
shake your skin like a scrambled tv.
gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.
and if your night unplugs its life.
Digital sunrise. Digital sunset.
Digital sunrise.
Oh, Team Machine!
The world's got no end and got no beginning.
Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines, looking over cliffs of eternity.
shake your hands like they're full of disaster.
shake your wings like they're painted with tar.
shake your skin like it's sewn with insects.
gnash your teeth like an exploding car.
and if your night unplugs its life
blame it on the laser rain.
and if your life unplugs its eyes
blame it on the laser rain.
because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning.
and you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twleve times;
now it's buried in a digital coffin.
So you climb out to your windowsill
as the drum machines laugh to themselves.