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Machines vs. Pianos
02:53
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You're a machine, I'm a piano
What I mean, I may not know
They are machines, we are pianos
Dancing theme, while we stand in the shadows
Neanderthal dropped in the street barefoot looking for someone to meet
Well, good look with that my friend
Stone Age man, painting two men with spears running after a deer
Don't dance to the beat of rhinoceros feet as he runs and hides his wife cries
Oiled machines, worn out pianos
technology, antique hand tools
You're a machine, I'm a piano
Dance to your theme, I'll stand in the shadows
Cowboy walks into a saloon
Greeted with the boom of a bass made by a
Man who knows how to make a dime
That cowboy just wanted to hear some ragtime
Manned machines, player pianos
We fit a scene, it's all we know
You like machines, I like pianos
There's a niche for everyone
There's a song to be sung
Machines run off what they're told
but dirty hands play pianos.
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I've got a problem, I'm stumped on this one
What exactly do I find fun?
A walk up a mountain was a goal to obtain
But making the plan seems to have no gain.
Photos of space no longer interest me
And neither do pictures of the sea
And they say bad things come in threes,
So the other two will ruin me
Summer nights filled the following days with
Playbacks and rewrites like Shakespearean plays
Summer was when I'd long for the night
Sitting under the stars in awe by their dead light.
Now I can go anywhere I want
But I need the energy to get in my car.
And I can go out and have a cigar, but
Looking down the road I see the blackened tar
And I can hang out with my friends of course,
But I've grown so tired of all of the words.
And even gazing at the stars is a lie,
cuz my minds convinced me I'm going blind
(Chorus)
Hey, I'm know I'm fine
I'm just so tired of walking in lines
I don't feel so sad inside
I'm just so tired of the same old times.
I do't make calls, no not at all
and then I'm down when nobody's reached out
Then I get a ring from a friend
But leaving now just feels like a burden.
So I go to sleep to find some peace
Only to wake up and feel like a waste.
Time to waste turns to time to submit, back to
the drudgery of everyday bullshit.
(Chorus x2)
The movies started good but never ended well.
Like fleeing from a cheetah for a gazelle. And now
the lights have dimmed, but the theatre is empty
and the screen remains black I'm alone in the back.
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The Cryptid Scranton, Pennsylvania
We are an original, Indie/Alternative band from NEPA.
Nick Montini:
Vocals/Guitar/Synth/Glockenspiel
Ryan Witman: Vocals/Drums/ Glockenspiel
Patrick Cadden: Vocals/Keyboard/ Synth/ Glockenspiel/ Clarinet
Keith Boone: Vocals/Bass/Guitar/ Keyboard/Synth
... more
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