Diesel Mind, Vacuum Tube Soul

[Verse 1] Snow on the shop glass. Massey in the yard. Graph paper on the bench, and a wrench in the dark. Oscilloscope glow, like a church sign in blue. I lined up the carb and I lined up me too. Prescription bottle next to calipers and wire. Same old hands, same old day, just a cleaner fire. [Pre-Chorus] I was all scatter and spark, all half-built, half late. Then the signal got shaped and the parts learned to wait. [Chorus] ADHD, analog, and amphetamines ADHD, analog, and amphetamines Diesel mind with a vacuum-tube soul Enough damping to keep it stable [Verse 2] Not faster, just less packet loss, less drift in the line. I can read the whole diagram without losing the fine. My bandwidth improved but the firmware’s still weird. I still name every bolt and I still overgear. The meds don’t write the blueprints, don’t weld, don’t dream. They just smooth out the noise so the old me can be seen. [Pre-Chorus] When the day starts to ring like a loose tin sheet, I adjust the gain til my pulse finds a seat. [Chorus] ADHD, analog, and amphetamines ADHD, analog, and amphetamines Diesel mind with a vacuum-tube soul Enough damping to keep it stable [Bridge] I’m not broken glass. I’m a bench with a lamp. I can stutter, then build, I can fold, then clamp. The tractor still coughs, the radio still hums. And I still need a tune-up when the rough weather comes. [Final Chorus] ADHD, analog, and amphetamines ADHD, analog, and amphetamines Diesel mind with a vacuum-tube soul My bandwidth improved but the firmware’s still weird The meds don’t write the blueprints Enough damping to keep it stable