The Local Machine

by do it yourself DaIsY

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released 04 February 2014

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Track Name: Devil Be Damned
That devil be damned
with its easy touch.
If that snake don’t eat you,
you’re gonna rust.
That fatal fire burns you
with its lust.
Even mother sun,
well it turns to dust.

You’re from a long time ago.
You’ve got a long way to go.
You’re from a long time ago.
You’ve got a long way to go.
You’re from a long time ago.
You’ve got a long way to go.
You’re from a long time ago.
You’ve got a long way to go.

That devil be damned
with its easy touch.
If that snake don’t eat you,
you’re gonna rust.
That fatal fire burns you
with its lust.
Even mother sun,
well it turns to dust.

You’re from a long time ago.
You’ve got a long way to go.
You’re from a long time ago.
You’ve got a long way to go.
You’re from a long time ago.
You’ve got a long way to go.
You’re from a long time ago.
You’ve got a long way to go.
Track Name: Crashed Again
There she floats
like a fly’s torn wing
There she lilts.
She knows everything about aerodynamics.

I go blank
to the sound.
Bashed my head,
washed away, all my thermodynamics.

I crashed again.
I crashed again.

She floats away,
in stasis still.
Relative to nil
she oscillates, like quantum mechanics.

I crashed again.
I’m bleeding out my thermodynamics.
I crashed again.
I broke my head. I’m bleeding out my thermodynamics.
Track Name: Self-Assembling Mechanism
You’re so human and you’re so flawed.
You’re so human and you’re so flawed.
You would love to be closer to god.
You’re a self-assembling mechanism.
You’re just a self-assembling mechanism.

You’re so human and you’re so flawed.
You’re so human and you’re so flawed.
You would like to be filled with love.
You’re a self-assembling mechanism.
You’re just a self-assembling mechanism.

This soft machine I fear the worst.
Look over your shoulder for the gray ghost.
Batteries and broken parts cobbled together from the dust of stars.
Track Name: Merry-Go-Round
Merry-go-round in the heart of your eyes
Merry-go-round in the wind when it pines
Merry-go-round every day of your life
Holding on to something that you’ll never quite get right
Now ride. Ride.
Oh ride. Ride. Oh ride. Ride.

Not feeling the best not sure you feel it anymore
You call the doctor but he always says no
You know the way, but it’s too hard to go
All full of thistles you’re a thimble, don’t you know
Now ride. Ride.
Oh ride. Ride.
Oh ride. Ride.

Merry-go-round in the heart of your eyes
Merry-go-round in the wind when it pines
Merry-go-round every day of your life
Holding on to something that you’ll never quite get right
Now ride. Ride.
Oh ride. Ride. Oh ride. Ride.
Track Name: Luna Beam
Luna Beam, and your motive loco,
I care for you because you’re so careful
Luna, darling, buried in the garden
I got half a mind to beg your pardon.

Without even a whisper I became your prisoner.
Now I shall refrain from your chorus of pain.
You blank the canvas blacker than Lazarus.
You can grant the last wish blister is caress.

Luna Beam, and your motive loco,
your smile is frightening,
but it doesn’t become me.
Luna Sane, santos notable
muertos y listos reciban la comunion.

Without even a whisper I became your prisoner.
Now I shall refrain from your chorus of pain.
You paint the canvas blacker than Lazarus.
You can grant the last wish blister is caress.
Track Name: A Better Light
I see their sullen eyes.
Their hearts push red like mine.
How can you believe we walk in a better light?

Your pretty things
Your screws and your plastic tins
How can you say to me ‘we walk in a better light?’

Your symbols they rise and fall.
Yours are the hands that built these walls.
There ain’t no such thing as a hallowed light.
Track Name: You Don't Belong
Come here, my son.
Your hands, they hold the world.
Druidic eyes, they see right through me.

You don’t believe ‘cause you don’t belong.
You don’t believe ‘cause you don’t belong.

Chemist on the weekend.
Agar blood.
You feel like one in a million.
You’re just another lonely one.

You don’t believe ‘cause you don’t belong.
You don’t believe ‘cause you don’t belong.
Track Name: Lazer Eyes
All this time I thought you were blind to the cities of my mind,
but you looked down and then back up again.
That’s when I knew that you understand

Oh, you got laser eyes.
Oh, you got laser eyes.

So many years I was just a boy waiting for the revolution, but I just got annoyed.
I cried, ‘Oh god where have you gone?’ There was no answer, so I just moved on.

Oh, well I used my eyes.
Oh, I used my eyes.
You got laser eyes.
You got laser eyes.
Track Name: Not A Villain
Lady Wikasa, gentle and noble, in the skeleton of your manor you’ll find the man to be.
You never loved in the flesh so you must while deceased.
You’re not a villain, you’re a tragedy.

Nymphess Calypso detains the hero, on an island of temptation. Why won’t you set him free?
You want an immortal lover, but the gods won’t let you be.
You’re not a friend, you’re not an enemy.

Lovely Delores, pretty little orphan, underneath a stepfather who doesn’t want to care for thee.
It might feel like loving, but nothing comes for free.
You’re not a nymphess, you’re only 17.

Fatale Ms. Spider, playing defenseless, side-by-side with the gumshoe baby, he’ll only sense your body heat.
You’re gonna get what’s coming but it’s not indemnity, you’re not to be trusted, you’re too much like me.

You might think they’re sirens or harpies.
The apple doesn’t fall that far, no it doesn’t fall far from the tree.
It’s not a man she’ll be eating it’s the knowledge that tempted Eve, she’s not a villain she’s a tragedy.
Track Name: Not From California
I’ll never be a city boy.
I like too much time alone.
I don’t know where’s my home.
I’m not from California.

All your made-up ladies,
paint your face with your fish-scale gravy.
I’ll never be the one for you.
I’m not from California.

All the pictures on the screen
show your friends just where you been.
I’ll never be forever young.
I’m not from California.
Track Name: Sea-Monsters Attack, But Humanity Prevails
Command your armies to protect their homes.
Attacking octopus invaded the zones.
No room for error with the flying squid.
All our sidewalks covered in ink.

Will we survive the attack from the sea?
Can we survive this attack from the giant fish?

We’re losing numbers, but we’re gaining ground.
Contained the city, but electricity’s out.
Fall back to high point in the city square.
If we can't take them in the open,
then we’ll lead them there.

Will we survive the attack from the sea?
Can we survive this attack from the giant fish?

We downed the octo and the winged shark.
The barracudas in the fountain down in Michigan Park.
Showing signs of leaving, but you just can’t tell.
It could be the beginning of a sea-borne hell.

Will we survive the attack from the sea?
Can we survive this attack from the giant fish?
Track Name: Ophelia
Ophelia, bear me a son.
It’s the only way that we can join this union.
Ophelia, bear me a son.

Laertes, leave me alone.
This is not your bed, and this is not your home.
Laertes, leave me alone.

Let the river come and wash away.
Like the river I will wash away.
Let the river come & wash me away.

Who is this hiding by the door?
It’s a murderer, a father, and a whore.
Who is this hiding by the door?

Let the river come and wash away.
Like the river I will wash away.
Let the river come & wash me away.
Track Name: I've Got A Gun
There are things I could have said, but the words weren’t in my head. Not anymore.
I love to laugh sometimes, but this just ain’t that time. Not on my mind today.

How will I ever stand on my own two feet again without you?
The way it feels, I got a gun.

I don’t make plans, I make demands. It’s written on my wall.
And I’m not in the way, that is to say, the path is mine.

How will I ever stand on my own two feet again without you?
The way it feels, I got a gun.

I used to wake the night waiting for the sun to rise, but now I’m someone. I’ve got a gun.
I used to wake the night waiting for the sun to rise, but now I’m someone. I’ve got a gun.
Track Name: Danger Surrounded Carlos
Hey there, you’re looking good.
You could be anyone in the world, but not me.
I’m alright.

Hey there, what do you say?
You could be anyone today, but not me.
I’m alright.

There’s a lot of things going on without you.
You got a lot of things going on.
You find it’s time you got to move it on.
You find it’s time you got to go.
It’s when you come over to me baby when you come around to my point of view.

Don’t want to be a citizen, a captive branch on your tree.
My mind’s made up I will become the sea.
Old man, shake shaking sticks behind a pale blue smile.
Become a slave for the tide.
There’s a lot of things going on without you.
You got a lot of things going on.
You find it’s time you got to move it on.
You find it’s time you got to go.
It’s when you come over to me baby when you come around to my point of view.
Track Name: Hammer Garden
She sues for peace
can’t take silence with you
fish eye lens
distortion suits you
dead and waiting in your hammer garden
hooks and lures
indigo vestments
a seat at the table
not enough placements
ground to flour in your hammer garden
Track Name: Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan was a lumberjack,
was a giant, was a manly man.
Had the beard of a god, the chest hair of a champ,
and he drove him a hard-top sedan.
I said he drove him a hard-top sedan.

Paul Bunyan made topography
when he carried his old axe around.
He made the Great Lakes for Babe to take
a drink out of and the Grand Canyon in the ground.
I said the Grand Canyon in the ground.

I said Bunyan, you’re the tallest of tales.
Bunyan: the definition of male.
Bunyan: drank his beer by the pail.
Paul Bunyan, ya’ll.

Well Paul Bunyan was a beastly man,
who went eight-foot and 425.
He wore flannel pajamas, had a sawdust bed,
and his hat was a beehive.
I said his hat was a beehive.

I said Bunyan, you’re the tallest of tales.
Bunyan: the definition of male.
Bunyan: cleaned his teeth with nails.
Take it to the woodshed.
Good god. The wood don’t stand a chance
against these chops.

Paul Bunyan started chopping wood
when he was the ripe age of two.
Old enough to laugh and shatter glass,
plus he learned himself some Kung Fu, too.

I said he learned some Kung Fu, too.
I said Bunyan, you’re the tallest of tales.
Bunyan: the definition of male.
Bunyan: probably invented braille.
Bunyan!
Track Name: I Don't Really Remember
Janey came back from a fine hotel with a bag and a crooked smile.
She was worried about the girls in the marketplace and she was worried about me, as well.
We talked about the trip she’d taken and the time that she got lost.
She was worried cause we’d be talking so long I was hurried to make last call.

She said ‘I don’t really remember when, but remember that time I took you in?’

Well the streets were lit by the city lights reflecting off the canopy.
The walk was good, but the air was heavy, it was mutually agreed.
She said ‘It looks like inside a jellyfish tonight. I don’t know what she meant.
I said ‘It looks like right before it snows,’ I don’t know what I meant.

I said ‘I don’t really remember when, but remember that time you took me in?’
And it went that way for a while
Then it went away somehow.
And it went away somehow.
Track Name: I Just Get Bored
She bore my head with roses.
She made a bed of nails.
She wanted me forever,
so she brought me down to hell.
The demon it was sleeping,
and I broke free from my chains.
I climbed back up to green grass,
but I fell back down again.
But I fell back down again.

Fought with the demon,
and I came away quite bruised.
I tore that harpie’s heart out,
and stomped it ‘neath my shoe.
When the fight was over,
I removed the demon’s skull,
and took it for my trophy,
and drank from it her blood.
I drank from it her blood.

That is why I don’t worry anymore, I just get bored.

He was born a pauper’s son,
but I loved him just the same.
We were married when I was 17,
in the pouring rain.
I caught him in an embrace,
with the air still warm,
so I dashed the lady,
who had just been in his arms.
Who had just been in his arms.

He begged forgiveness,
but no mercy could be found.
I hit him with a poker,
and I tied him down.
I took my hatchet,
and I cut off both his hands.
Now he’ll hold no one again.
He’ll hold no one again.

That is why I don’t worry anymore, I just get bored.
That is why I don’t worry anymore.
Take this pain and hang it above the door.
That is why I don’t worry anymore, I just get bored.
Track Name: The Trouble With Time Travel
Here I am.
Back where I started from.
Living this moment again and again.
If only I’d known
that space and time are one,
I wouldn’t be stuck
in this loop all alone.

What can I do?
Where can I go?
I just end up where I started from minutes before.
And how will I live?
How will I die?
Doomed to repeat
until the end of time.

Why was I so compelled to test my machine before the idea gelled.
Wishful thinking, I guess.
Curse my intellect.
If only I believed
in my own fallability.

What can I do?
Where can I go?
I just end up where I started from minutes before.
And how will I live?
How will I die?
I’m doomed to repeat
until the end of time.

Here I am.
Back where I started from.