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Saturating the atmosphere and filling up our insides Dark clouds of hope After we lose or fail, the hope runs out We become impatient At war with a headache when we don’t get our fix In our lungs the hope to create something beyond a mere prototype The insatiable lights to a small flame Burning a piece of coal, one after another   See, it puts the fuel into our shiny new motor cars We are a kingdom of control A conquest upon nature Destroying Taking Building We build our own Colossus Dressed in sheets of iron merging with altitude Nuts and bolts adorn the corners of the sheets   He towers while standing for our achievements and looks down upon the tiny world below “More!” We shout amongst ourselves. We feel our limbs stiffen and our joints ache Skin transforms into something strange Durable Polished Metal Fill these joints with oil, work faster Part A, then part B to part C Oil is in short supply for us little machines   Big machines control the stuffy, gray factory Big machines hold the oil Almost all of it They store it in big, locked vats They let only a few drops plunge into our tiny sockets They only loosen the tap right before the Colossus shows signs of rust The warning bells ring and we are called to the front line We scale the massive statue, building ladders on our way up Pollution remains a speculation The ship is unsinkable The moon is only a few days away We land there for eight minutes Dreams fill our heads like laughing gas During the sunlight Under the soot But the soot begins to take our sunlight The warning bells stop ringing Or perhaps our ears can no longer fathom the sound The Colossus begins to tarnish The oil taps are jammed with residue Our gears and shifts and pulleys refuse to listen We the machinery, begin to corrode Under gloomy weather, we can still see Steam Possibility Ingenuity A skeleton of attempts left unscathed A facade of logic and measurements We the machinery embodied a gilded romance Limited by the magnitude of our own strides
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
We The Machinery
Saturating the atmosphere and filling up our insides Dark clouds of hope After we lose or fail, the hope runs out We become impatient At war with a headache when we don’t get our fix In our lungs the hope to create something beyond a mere prototype The insatiable lights to a small flame Burning a piece of coal, one after another   See, it puts the fuel into our shiny new motor cars We are a kingdom of control A conquest upon nature Destroying Taking Building We build our own Colossus Dressed in sheets of iron merging with altitude Nuts and bolts adorn the corners of the sheets   He towers while standing for our achievements and looks down upon the tiny world below “More!” We shout amongst ourselves. We feel our limbs stiffen and our joints ache Skin transforms into something strange Durable Polished Metal Fill these joints with oil, work faster Part A, then part B to part C Oil is in short supply for us little machines   Big machines control the stuffy, gray factory Big machines hold the oil Almost all of it They store it in big, locked vats They let only a few drops plunge into our tiny sockets They only loosen the tap right before the Colossus shows signs of rust The warning bells ring and we are called to the front line We scale the massive statue, building ladders on our way up Pollution remains a speculation The ship is unsinkable The moon is only a few days away We land there for eight minutes Dreams fill our heads like laughing gas During the sunlight Under the soot But the soot begins to take our sunlight The warning bells stop ringing Or perhaps our ears can no longer fathom the sound The Colossus begins to tarnish The oil taps are jammed with residue Our gears and shifts and pulleys refuse to listen We the machinery, begin to corrode Under gloomy weather, we can still see Steam Possibility Ingenuity A skeleton of attempts left unscathed A facade of logic and measurements We the machinery embodied a gilded romance Limited by the magnitude of our own strides
Inspired by Le Voyage Dans La Lune by Georges Méliès and Titanic (James Cameron)
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
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