Mechanics Songtext
von Franco Battiato
Mechanics Songtext
My eyes are mechanical
My heart is made of plastic
My brain is mechanical
The taste is synthetic
My fingers are mechanical
Made of moondust
In a laboratory
The genes of love
There′s a slight tendency, uh, I can see now, to, uh
Backwards
Due to the soft, very soft texture
You're standing on a rock, big rock there now
I say that the rocks are rather slippery
Might see some purple rocks
Find a purple rock?
Yep
Neil is now unveiling the plaque
It says: "Here man from the planet Earth first set foot upon the Moon
July 1969 A.D."
"We came in peace for all mankind"
It has the, the crew members′ signatures
And the signature of the president of the United States
Yes, indeed
They've got the flag up now and you can see
The stars and stripes on the lunar surface
Neil and Buzz
The President of the United States is in his office now
And would like to say a few words to you, over
That would be an honor
Go ahead, Mr. President, this is Houston, out
Hello, Neil and Buzz
I am talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room at the White House
And this certainly has to be the most historic telephone call ever made
I just can't tell you how proud we all are of what you
My heart is made of plastic
My brain is mechanical
The taste is synthetic
My fingers are mechanical
Made of moondust
In a laboratory
The genes of love
There′s a slight tendency, uh, I can see now, to, uh
Backwards
Due to the soft, very soft texture
You're standing on a rock, big rock there now
I say that the rocks are rather slippery
Might see some purple rocks
Find a purple rock?
Yep
Neil is now unveiling the plaque
It says: "Here man from the planet Earth first set foot upon the Moon
July 1969 A.D."
"We came in peace for all mankind"
It has the, the crew members′ signatures
And the signature of the president of the United States
Yes, indeed
They've got the flag up now and you can see
The stars and stripes on the lunar surface
Neil and Buzz
The President of the United States is in his office now
And would like to say a few words to you, over
That would be an honor
Go ahead, Mr. President, this is Houston, out
Hello, Neil and Buzz
I am talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room at the White House
And this certainly has to be the most historic telephone call ever made
I just can't tell you how proud we all are of what you
Writer(s): Giuseppe Previde Massara, Francesco Battiato Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com