Machine
THE TRAGICALLY HIP · Man Machine Poem 2016 · Track 10 of 10
I write about words, I find treasure or worse I watch the end of man and, and I dream like a bird
I remain aloft and I forget a lot I try not to try and I can remember or not
I'm a real machine, it follows You're a real machine, fed on shadows I'm a real machine. Follow? You're a real machine, we're fed on shadows
I return your gaze and I wait in the rain All inchoate desires, I do what I hate
I remain aloft and I forget a lot Then I try not to try and I can remember, or not
You're a real machine, it follows, I'm a real machine. Follow.
I'm a real machine, it follows You're a real machine, fed on shadows. I'm a real machine, it follows You're a real machine. Fed on shadows