Bruce Dickinson - Inside the machine

Tekst :

I ve got myself a widget
a gizmo with wires
and martian intent yeah
strange face of beauty
on my machine
it blinks and stares right at me
sees nothing but in its wires
a strange thing of beauty
that s my machine
you won t believe what it can do
it tells me things I never
wished I knew
like the mirror when you ask
it tells you true
inside the machine
the web has got you now
inside the machine
I m part of it somehow
I d strap my DNA to it
a living device, the light of my life, yeah
strange thing of beauty
that s my machine
I sit and we crackle with static
it makes no sense ot have experience
when a strange of beauty
that s my machine
inside the machine, we re looking for control
inside the machine, we re part of it somehow

Inne utwory

  • King in crimson
  • Killing floor
  • No way out
  • Chemical wedding
  • Laughting in the hiding bush
  • Trumpets of Jericho
  • Shoot all the clowns
  • Zulu lulu
  • Bring your taughter to the slaughter
  • Faith
  • Devil on a hog
  • Arc of space
  • Lickin the gun
  • The alchemist
  • Tattooed millionaire
  • The ghost of cain
  • The road to hell

    • Losowe utwory

    Threesome

    And if there s nothing left to say
    I ll string you along until I get my way
    Use all those subtle inquiries
    Like I want to know if you aim to please

    And if you want to dance
    If she wants to lead, I won t mind
    Let s try this all again only faster...

    Zero order

    Neoadvent by cold fusion
    Non inductive current drive to the frozen iron core
    Neoadvent by cold fusion
    Non inductive current drive to the frozen iron core
    Chrome tunnels of redemption

    A time gap propelling 300 years into the future
    Parallel connection machine
    Brain implanted devices
    A time gap propelling 300...

    Sno cat

    A man made of butterfat
    Careening around on a Sno-Cat
    And I can t drive any faster
    My hands are like ice and the moon shines
    On pepper trees and road grease
    The yellow lines look blue

    Snow covers Whitehall
    White powdered Nembutal
    And I can t think any more
    My feet are like ice
    And the moon sets
    On Christmas...

    Hill of secret

    I see demons with red glowing eyes
    doors I ve never seen before
    their coming up the stairs out of hell
    beyond the iron wall
    sell me your soul and be my slave
    whispers in my ears
    in the moonlight shadow dance
    black birds spread their wings
    now here I...

    Saturday night holocaust

    There s a prefab building and a funny smell
    Around the hill outside of town
    Every now and then we wonder
    But we shrug our shoulders
    And get back to work...

    There s a railroad there and trains go by
    And there s...