me and machines
A lo-fi instrumental opens with faint, minimal beats and subtle percussive clicks, underpinned by soft vinyl scratches and ghostly glitch textures, Sparse melodic fragments glide through crackling pads, allowing plenty of air and silence between each musical idea, Layered synths gently emerge and swell toward the finale, building into a sweeping, resonant peak—no piano enters at any point, letting synths and textures shape the entire journey, ‑piano, ‑Klavier
[Verse 1] What is the sense of this machine? Of the gear-box or the engine? What wasting goods abide in me? If thou required what does the theory? What manner of work dost thou perform? Of thy blood and bone and skin? What dost thou drink and where dost rest? What curious engine art thou then? [Chorus] Is there a God that may be rent? Who shall repair this artful one? This art within the broken now Canst thou cry out of thy soft bone? [Instrumental] [Verse 2] What is the sense of this machine? Why dost thou move, why is it? Is there an end thou seeks to reach? I doubt but parts on parts are built And are we ourselves akin to these? That beat and move and never sleep And then themselves do cross our path And close this simple play
