QUIET ENGINE
# Quiet Engine No Keep all of it Just move it Kick on one leave three empty bass comes early let it Guitar late good stay filthy don't repair the edge yet Banjo high cut it lower make the dead string hit the snare Synth is drifting don't correct it move the drums until it's there Everybody wants the centre that's exactly why it breaks You don't fix a crowded signal You decide what gets the space Pull it back Push it left Kill the pretty Keep the breath One more bar Don't explain Now let the ugly find the frame Quiet engine under the floor You don't hear it till you need one more Quiet engine turning below Everything fighting I make it go Quiet engine no spotlight glow Nobody sees it Everybody knows Make it go Make it go Snare too clean drag chain across it piano bright close the lid Guitar wants eight more measures tell the guitar no, it didn't Take the chorus lose the first beat make the landing feel too soon Put the tremolo against it let the wrong note change the room Cable hum in channel seven that's our low drone now Someone says the tempo's broken Tempo isn't broken You are counting it wrong I don't need another layer I need six things to agree Not on what they're trying to say On where they're gonna breathe Quiet engine under the floor You don't hear it till you need one more Quiet engine turning below Everything fighting I make it go Quiet engine no spotlight glow Nobody sees it Everybody knows That's the mistake Everybody thinks arrangement means adding Sometimes arrangement is telling five beautiful things they cannot happen at the same time Again Take the shine off leave the scar Move the silence not the bar Let the bass drag let it lean Build the dirt into the machine Now the kick knows where the floor is now the banjo cuts the grid now the synth can keep on drifting because the rhythm learned to bend Now the guitar stops competing now the piano owns the gap Now the bass can hit before it and the whole thing pulls you back Nothing here is perfect that's the reason it can move Perfect parts make perfect statues I need something with a pulse Let the drummer rush the turnaround let the tape machine complain Let the transient hit the ceiling Let the circuitry feel pain I don't want it clean I want inevitable I don't want impressive I want physical You can measure every frequency Still miss why the thing survives A quiet engine isn't silent It's the reason noise arrives Quiet engine under the floor You never saw it now you want one more Quiet engine turning below Everything fighting I make it go Quiet engine hear the whole room lock Banjo in the wiring bass against the clock Quiet engine nothing standing still I don't make it perfect I make it Real Keep that
