My New Machine

drumbox, guitar, bass, badly tuned upright, voice, drum kit, a second drumbox, bongos, synthesizer


There is an unrelenting propaganda campaign that aims to convince us to first consume to excess,
and then to distract ourselves with the devices we've bought. It's nothing more than an update of the
concept of divide and conquer.

My new machine
For light and sound
The billboard promised sexiest thing around
Keep me in the right mood
Help me troubleshoot solitude
Is there anything better?

My new machine
I thought that I might
Not leave it plugged in distracting me all night
But the kid at the store
Said it might not work anymore
After such a transgression

How fast how final when we lose
The power to think
The chance to choose
All the wireless volunteers
Run from any place called 'here'
Where they want you
Yeah they've got you
Where they want you
Yeah they've got you

A dollar bill
Makes a lousy map
Points to a store called Obligatory Crap
And the clown on the screen
Wonders where the hell I have been
And you know it's just business

How fast how final when we lose
The power to think
The chance to choose
All the wireless volunteers
Run from any place called 'here'
Where they want you
Yeah they've got you
Where they want you
Yeah they've got you

© 2010 John Newlands