when the radiator's rusty and there's dust in the fan
when the seas have run oily and our heads fill with sand
when there's trash in our hedges and springs in our beds
we shout: we need new machines!
we need new machines! we need,
we need new machines!
election season cycles round and there's no sign of change
so you come down to the scrapyard and begin to exchange
some words with a friend that you built out of parts
from machines: we need new machines!
we need new machines! we need,
we need new machines!
i'd like to slow down
a request to the crowd
a moment of rest
just a moment, or i'll split
into half, and then into half again
and all four quarters will rearrange
so your god has been spotted in geometry's bloom
and wherever you go there's a whale in the room
well i'm crazy for cubists, so baby don't go
stay here: we'll make new machines!
we'll make new machines! we'll make,
we'll make new machines!
Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 10:16 PM UTC